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AN IRISH HISTOEICAL DRAMA, 



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B Y AY I L L I A M KELLY. 



NEW YORiv 

FRANCIS AND LOUTREL, STEAM JOB PKINTEIJS AND STATIONERS, 



]No. 4 5 MAID EN LAN I 
1861 



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Hounlraslifl's im Wa\\[]\}U\\ 



lEISH HISTORICAL DEAMA 



IX FOUR ACTS, 



By WILLIAM KELLY. 



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NEW YORK: 

FRANCIS AND LOUTREL, STEAM JOB PEINTERS AND STATIONERS, 

No. 45 MAIDEN LANE. 

1867. 



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DRAMATIS PEKSONJi. 



Lord Mouis'TCAShei., General of the Irish Armj^ 

St. Euth, In Command of the French and Irish Troops. 

Maeshall Luxemburgh, Commander-in-Chief of French Troops. 
Cayalier Philabert Emanuel De Tessee, Second in Command. 

Duke op Tyrconnell, Viceroy of Ireland Under K. James. 

Sarsfield, Earl of Lucan, Major Gen'l of the Irish Arm3\ 

Sir Dermod O'Brien, Colonel of the Fourth Irish Dragoons. 

Colonel Grace, Commander of the Fortress of Athlone. 

Colonel Fitzgerald, Commander of the Irish Grenadiers. 

O'Donnell, 

Dillon, 

O'Neil, 

Col, Dorrington, Commander of the Royal Irish Foot Guards. 

Father O'Carroll, Chaplain to the Moimtcashel Family. 

Michael O'Ryan, Sergeant in Sarstield's Own. 

Oney Sheehan, An Irish Piper. 

O'Carroll op Nenagh, Leader of the Rapparees. 

Tim O'Connor, Of the Kilkenny Rangers. 

RORY, 

Colonel Herbert, Of King William's Army. 

Major General Douglas, Commanding English Troops. 

General Reyigny, A Huguenot. 

General Leeyison, Commander of the Dutch Blue Guards. 

Sir Toby Butler, Commander of Ormond's Yoemanry. 

Staff Officers, , 

First and Second English Soldiers 

Lady Evileen MacCarthy, Daughter of Lord Mountcashel. 

NoRAH O'Leary, Foster-sister of Lady Evileen. 

Widow Sheehan, Mother of Oney. 

Officers, Soldiers, RapPx\rees, Yoemen, Peasants, &c., &c. 



ACT 1. 



'SCENE I. — Interior of B My more Castle,, residence 
of the Mountcashel Family. 



Saksfield, Earl of Lucan, Major Gen'l of the Irish Army. 

Sir Dermod O'Brien, Colonel of the Fourth Irish Dragoons. 

Colonel Grace, Commander of the Fortress of Athlone. 

•Colonel Fitzgerald, Commander of the Irish Crenadiers. 

Michael O'Ryan, Sergeant in Sarsfield's Own. 

Oney Sheehan, An Irish Piper. 

Colonel Herbert, Of King William's Army. 

Lady EviLEEN MacCarthy, Daughter of Lord Mountcashel. 

NoRAH O'Leary, Foster-sister of Lady Evileen. 



JLady Evileen weeping. 

Norah. — There, now, sweet Lady, do liave courage, 
you will kill yourself intirely — so you will, alannab. 
They dare not touch a hair of your father's head. 
Oome, asthore machree, let your poor Norah once 
more see you look happy. 

Lady Evileen. — Thanks, dear Norah ; 1 will try to 
■compose myself. But, Norah, when I realize the fact 
that my poor father is wounded, and in the hands of his 
enemies, far away from those he loves so well — no kind 
voice to cheer, no gentle hand to tend his w^ounds — my 
•courage fails me. If I could but watcli by his couch, 
I would then indeed be happy. 

JN. — Sweet lady, but that cannot be; so come, now, 
cheer up alannah. You know how unhappy you 
would make your father if he was aware that you were 
fretting and crying yourself sick. Are you not a 
MacCarthy? Is he not suffering in a good cause — the 



cause of our poor old country, her liberty and her 
faith ? So do, acushla, do cheer up and look happy 
once more. 

Zadj/ E. — Thank you, kind Norah, I will endeavor 
to do as you wish. 

iV^. — Ah, that does my heart good to hear you speak 
so cheerful — and you know there's Sir Dermod, what 
Avould he say if he saw you frettin so — for shure he 
loves the ground you walk on, and dotes on your name;: 
God bless him, but he's the prince of a gentleman. 

Lady E. — Stop, stop now, I will get jealous. God 
grant this war may scon be ended, and peace restored 
to our poor country. Oh ! father dear, your child prays- 
for comfort and consolation to your lonely heart. 

N, — Hush, hush, did you not hear % Listen ! yes, it 
is the messenger from Dublin. God grant he brings 
us good news. {Exit Nor ah ?^ 

{Enter Nor ah.'] 

N. — Oh, a letter for you. Open it quick my lady.. 
{Lady Evileen takes the letter andlooks at the drections.'] 

Oh, Norah dear, it is from Sir Dermod. 
{Kisses it, opens and reads.] 

" DuBLTX, Tuesday night, June oth, 1690. 
" My beloved Eyileen, — All is lost. After a long,, 
and bloody struggle at the Boyne, we have been de- 
feated, and are in full retreat, I hope soon to have 
the happiness of seeing you. Heard from your beloved 
fatber ; he is rapidly improving, and is treated with 
kindness by our enemies. In haste, yours devotedly,. 

" Dermod O'Bkien." 

N. — Now, my Lady, you must look like yourself 
again. 

Lady E. — Yes, yes, kind ISTorah, but this is bad 
news for our poor country. May God strengthen her 
children, and bless them with courage and strength 
to battle with our enemies. 

JV. — Yes, may Heaven bless them, and pity those 
that have lost sons, brothers and lovers. Oh ! Michael I^ 
Michael ! Do you think he has escaped, my Lady ? 

{Nor ah weeps.] 



Lady E. — Come, come, Norali, do not be alarmed ; 
your lover has escaped, I feel confident. 

\Enter Servant. Annoimces Si?' Dermod O^Brien.'] 

[Eivter Sir Dermod. Lady Evileen rushes to meet 
him. They emljrace.'] 

Lady E. — Dermod, dear Dermod. 

■Sir D. — Evileen, my dear, this, indeed, is happi- 
ness; but, darling, how changed you look. I fear 
the news of your beloved father's capture has preyed 
severely on you. 

Lady E. — Dear Dermod, I will promise not to think 
-so often of it; but come, Dermod, tell me the news 
from Dublin ? 

Sir D. — Oh, dear Evileen, it is bad news. The 
King, for whom we have sacrificed all, is fled to 
France, and left us to struggle against the mercenary 
hordes of the Prince of Orange. 

Lady E. — It will, indeed, be an unequal struggle. 

Sir D. — Yes, but better make the sacrifice than 
surrender our liberty and our ancient faith. 

Lady E. — ISTobly spoken, dear Dermod. God will 
bless our arms. 

Sir D. — Our brave Sarsfield has assumed com- 
mand of our shattered, but not beaten army — he is 
infusing new life and spirits into the troops, and de- 
clares he will contest every foot of ground against the 
invaders of our country. 

Lady E. — And my poor father cannot assist you. 

Sir D. — That may not be so ; he will soon be 
•exchanged, and then we shall again have the benefit 
of his wise council and brave sword. 

Lady E. — But tell me, Dermod, your brave dra- 
goons, I hope, have not sufiTered severely. My poor 
foster-sister is most unhappy about her lover. 

Sir D. — His name, Norah. 

iV. — Michael O'Ryan, your honor. 

Sir D. — Michael, ah, yes; why that must be Ser- 
:geant Michael O'Kyan of my regiment. He is safe, 
-and as sound as a bell, I am happy to tell you, Norah, 



and will soon be in the neighborhood — he is as brave- 
a soldier as ever put foot in stirrup. Now, dear Evi- 
leen, time presses, I must make my adieus. Fare- 
well, till to-morrow. [_Exit Sir Dermod?^ 



SCENE IL — Grounds and Castle of Ballymove.^ 

[Enter Sergeant Michael O^Byan^ singing .•] 

Oh, I am a bowlcl dragoon, 

With my long sword, saddle, bridle. 

Whack, rowdy, dow. 

Sergeant O^Ryan. — Ah, thin, musha, the Lord be 
thanked that I live to lay my two liven eyes on the 
ould Castle of Ballymore again. God presarve its 
ould walls, and the people that live under its roof;, 
and shure they are the rale ould stock — none of your 
half-and-halfs. Not a drop of blood in their vanes 
that's not as purely Irish as my own, and that's say- 
ing a good deal. Ah ! God be good to my poor 
father's soul, for he used to tell me, " Mickey, my boy, 
niver disgrace the clacent name you bear ; for," says 
he, " in the churchyards of Ballinaclouch and Dollarcls- 
town there is some tombs of your ancestors as ould 
as Mathusalah, and a good deal oulder." And there's 
the sweet Lady Evileen, she's an angel, so good to the 
poor on the estate, and the colleen that's to be Mrs. 
O'Kyan. 
{Enter Oney Sheehan.^ 

SergH. CR. — Ah, Oney, my poor boy, how's every 
inch of yourself, and the pipes. I hope you'r doin a 
thrivin business. 

Oney. — Och, thin, Master Michael, honey, but the 
good ould times are changed intirely since the 
theevin red coats came amongst us, with their 
Dutch pretenders and there Plessians. Shure it's one 
wake and one chrisinin in a month now, and as for 
weddins, shure the like is not thought of these days.- 



Oh, sweet bad luck to the invaders of our country, 
and God bless King James and the great Louis of 
France, of brave ould France, tlie ould friend of onr 
nation. 

Serc/t C/ R. — Yon are riglit, Onej, niy boy, lie is 
the friend of our ])oor ould country. I see you wear 
the onld cockade, Oney. 

Onei/. — Wear it, och thin may I niver die a sinner 
but I'll wear it 'till the hour of me death. 

Sevcft (JR. — How's the poor ould mother, Oney? 

Oneij. — Ah, thin bless you, avick, for askin', but 
she's mighty poorl_y. Ould age is coming on her 
mighty quick, and these tronblesome times w^orries 
the poor ould soul. 

Seirft O'R —And the ladies at the castle, Oney, 
when have you been up there ? 

Oney. — Ah, God bless the cratures, tliey've always a 
welcome for the poor piper, and the sw^eet colleen with 
lier own hands, filled out the tay for my breakfast, the 
cratnre asked me fifty-iive qaestions about the news 
that's a goin'. I tould her the King had run away. 

Ser(/t O'R.— What did she say to that? 

Oney.-—''' Oney," says, she " betune you and I he's 
no great loss." Then she asked me when did I think 
the boys wonl be coming to Ballymore, and told me to 
come to the castle and let her know when Sarsiield's 
lads come to the neighborhood. 

Serif t 6^'7?.— God bless her. Oney will you do me 
a little taste of a favor ? 

Oney. — Ah, thin Michael my honey, shure I'd walk 
on my knees for you. 

SergH O^R. — Well, now take this little taste of a 
paper to the colleen. {Trumpets sound.'] 

Serg\ O^R. — Ah ha! that's the general's call. 

Oney. — Is it Sarsfi eld's? 

ScvrgH O^R. — Yes, Oney, my boy ; its onr brave 
Sarsheld — God bless him. 

Oney. — Amen. {Exit Oney. 



SCEM: irL — Sar.'<field's camp— with the Irish 
National Flag and the flag of France,— Sentry 
jyacing to and fro. 

\_Enter Sarsfieldfrom his tent. Ordtrly hands dis- 
j)atchts. Beads.} 

Sarsfleld. — Alas! 'tis too true: James, oar unfor- 
tunate King, Las indeed fled. Coward, double coward ; 
to thus fly from a devoted and confiding people, who 
have staked all in his service— their lives, fortunes, 
and national existence. Oh ! base ingratitude; — yes, 
Tyrconnell niay cry treason ; but Ireland, our beloved 
]and, has lirst claims on our devoted loyalty. Yes, 
yes, all is notyet lost. We fight now for Independence 
and civil and religious liberty, and to that sacred cause, 
my life, my fortune and my honor, I consecrate. 

{Trmnpets sound. Enter Colonel Grace^ Colonel 
Fitzgerald^ and Sir Derniod C Brien. Sa/rsfi.eld ad- 
vances to meet them.'] 

S. — Welcome, gentlenien, welcome. [Shakes them 
heartily ly the hancl.'] Delighted to see my old com- 
rades in aimis. AVhat news? 

Ccl. Grace. — On the receipt of 3-0 ur dispatch we 
have hastened to I'eceive your instructions. 

^. — Thanks, gentlemen, for your promptness. Time 
is indeed precious. Our enemies are vigilant and 
active. Tlie Prince of Oi'ange is already on the march 
to Liuierick. Major-General Douglas is concentrating 
a lai'ge arnjy, and has advanced as fai' as Mullingar. 
Now, gentlemen, I will take eare of Limerick, be it 
yours to protect the lines of the Shannon. Our grand 
centre, the fortress of Athlone, Colonel Grace, into 
your hands I commit its defence. Colonel O'Brien, 
with two Cavalry Brigades, will guard with sleepless 
diligence the passes of Bally more, Banagher, and Lains- 
borough. Athlone must once again bid defiance to 
the persecutors of our race. To you, Sir Dei'mod, I 
<'ommit the defence of my old friend's home, the Cas- 
tle of Bally more, and its precious inmate, the Lady 



-Evileeii, and see that no rude mercenary of William's 
<letile witli liis presence the stately halls of Mount- 
•cashel, Clancartliy or Mnskeri'v. Sir Dermod, you will 
at once throw out scouts, and report to us the move- 
ments of our crafty enemy. I have sent a dispatch to 
the brave O'Cai'roll of Nena«;li, and his bold ra])parees 
to harass and obstruct their advance. No^\', gentle- 
men, at to morj'ow's dawii we will i-esume our march 
to Limerick. May heaven guide our councils, and 
strengthen our arms, to strike home the enemies of our 
Avell beloved land. Farewell. 

[Exit Stvrsfield, Grace <& Fitzgerald ~\ 
{Eivter Sergt. O'B.'] 

Col. O^B, — Sergeant O'Ryau ; you know the country 
well from here to Mullingar? 

SergH 0' R. — Kiiow it, your honor ! Ah, c^an a duck 
swim, your honoj*. Ali, sliure there's not a blade of 
grass from this to that that Mickey Kyan doesn't know ; 
for many a time, when I was agassoon,! traveled that 
same road, and a mighty crooked one it is, your iiouor. 

Col. C B. — Y<6vy good. Sergeant. Take twenty men 
with you and scout ; but be careful and vigilant, as 
you have a crafry fue to deal with. I will follow \\A\\\ 
my brigade. Be careful ; 1 again enjoin you. 

Sergt O'B. — O, God bless your honor, the red coats 
won't catch Mickey Ilyan sleeping. \_E,.cit.\ 



^SCENE IV. — The English camjJ—A group of o-jjicers 
— Genevcil Douglas and staff. 

\_Erder Str Toby Butler — Geril Douglas advances 
to meet hhn.'\ 

Gen.D. — Welcome, my worthy friend; the Prince of 
Orange commands me to express to you his profound 
gratitude, for your valuable services in his cause. 



Sir Toby. — All, thank yon, General ; bnt the hons& 
of Ormoncl only does its duty. It has always npheld 
the glory of old England, right or wrong. Aha, the 
rebel rascals ; we nnist teach them civilization, General. 
Aha, civilize them, General ; that's the way to fetch 
the rascals. My brothei', Lord Ormond, has com- 
missioned me to offer to the Prince of Orange the 
services of the Kilkenny Rangers — a cavalry corps 
raised from liis tenantry; they know the country well, 
and will, I flatter myself, nnder my command, Gene- 
ral, do the cause of the prince good service. 

[_Gen. Douglas takes Sir Tohy's hand.] 

Gen. Z^.— Yom' services are most gratefuliy ac- 
cepted. 

[_Dniins heat; trunipets sound. Eater sP.iff ojficer.~\ 

Officer. — A sergeant of the enemy's has been taken 
])risoner, whom the commander of the fort has no 
donbt is a spy, as he was taken within our lines. 

Gen. D. — Bring him into our presence imme- 
diately. 

[Enter Colonel Herbert^ tcith Sergeant 0'lt(/a)h 
handcuffed.] 

Col. II. — This is the prisoner. 

Gen D. — Well, my line fellow, what have you to 
say for yourself? How came you within our lines ? 

Serg t C R. — Bedad, ycr honor, I got a little d]-o]> 
in my head and it got the better of me ; devil a bit 
but it did, yer honor, — so that when I thought I was 
on the straight road to Athlone shure I was turnin' my 
back to it all the time, yer honor. Bad luck to such 
a mistake as that has Mickey Byan made since he was 
christened, and shure that's over twenty yeai's ago, 
yer iionor. 

Geri.D.- — That's all very fine, my man ; but the fact 
of your being taken within our lines places you in a 
bad position. A court martial will assemble immedi- 
ately, when you can make your defence, but the fact 
of your being a spy leaves little doubt that jow will 
have to suffer the penalty of death. What icgiment 
<io you belong to ? 



SCENE IV. 1> 

Serg't 0^ R. — To the Fourth Irisli Dragoons. Sars- 
fiell's Own, your Honor — the Unest reghiieiit in King 
James' sarvice, God bless him and botlier his enemies. 

Sir Toby. — Ha! jou rascal: hold your Jacobite 
tongue; we'll teach you how to speak to gentlemen. 
Aha, that we will. 

Officer. — Keep a civil tongue in your head, you. 
Irish Jacobite. 

Serg't O^R. — Musha, then, you dirty spalpeen, if" 
you just take off those things, and stand out there be- 
fore me, I'll dust yonr dirty carkass for you in quick 
sticks. You pack of dirty rebels, I'll teach yees dacent 
manners, and not to insult a poor boy when his hands 
are tied. [The oficers return to the front of the 

stage in consultation ?\ 

Gen. D. — Prisoner, it is my painful duty to in- 
form you that you have been found guilty of being a 
spy. The laws of war are short, and swift, and at 
live to-morrow morning you will be shot, and God 
have mercy on your soul. Colonel Herbert ; you will 
take the prisoner in charge. [_Exit.- 

SergH 6^'^.— Oh, Norah, darling, mustldie and not 
see your face, or speak one w^ord to you, darling; it 
is but a short time your poor boy has to live, alannah. 
Oh, Father Patt, if I could but get your blessing I 
w^ould die happy. Oh, IN orah, darling. Hush, Mickey 
my boy ; have courage ; you must not let your enemies 
think yon are afraid to die a soldier's death, or dis- 
grace the decent name you bear. 

Col. H. — Prisoner, there is one way to save your 
life. You can give us some valuable information. 
Y^our life is in your own hands, 

SergH O'R. — No, your honor ; my life belongs to 
ray country. Turn informer, on the poor ould land of 
my birth. Oh! God forbid. I would die a thousand 
deaths first. No, i^orah darling; 3^our poor boy will 
die like an Irish soldier — true to his country and his 
colleen. Lead on, your honor, I am ready to die. 



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SCENE Y. — A wild mountain scene — The nwon seen 
throng Ji large mass of clouds — The English camp 
in the distance — Firing party ^ in charge of CoL 
Her-bert — The miishets stachecl — Se-rgH 0''lt. and 
guard dosing asleeij — Oneifs pipes are heard in 
the distance. 

SergH O'R. starts ; tlie Lord be good to me ; if tliat's 
not Onej Sheehan's pipes I'm not a living boy. 

[Sentry^ awahening^ asJcs lohat 7nusic is that.'] 

SergH CPJR. — That music. Don't be frightened 
avick, for I think it's the fairies tliat are on the march, 
for they never travel withont mnsic. 

Sentry. — Fairies! man. What are they ? 

SergH' O'li. — Oh. then avick, where were yon born, 
or what kind of cnltivation did yonr mother give you ? 
Don't know wliat tlie fairies are ! Well, I will en- 
lighten yon. They are the good people. 

Sentry. — What good people ? what good people ? 
Good people, indeed, in this infernal country. Why, 
you are all a parcel of dunderheads, who refuse to re- 
ceive our good Saxon civilization. 

SergH O^ R. — Now be aisy, avick. I can't stand 
that. Is it civilization ye mane? It's jonking ye 
are. Isn't ould Ireland the land of Saints and Sham- 
rocks. Ci^'ilization, indeed. Ah, be easy my boy. 
Hundreds of years ago, didn't Saint Patrick (God 
bless him) send his Saints across the sea to teach yous 
Christianity and dacency. Didn't King Dathy con- 
(pier the world, and only he died at the foot of the 
Alps he would have conquered China too. Ah, be 
aisy ; Julius Ca?sar conquered yees and made yees his 
slaves, but he never set foot in ould Ireland, as good 
reason why, because we wouldn't let liim. And 
there's Saint Bridget; didn't her Habit cover the Cur- 
rough of Kildare. I spose you never heard of that 
mirical. Well, I will tell you. Saint Bridget was 
traveling in the Sweet County of Kildare, and King 
O'Toole, of course, hearing she was coming his way 



SCENE V. 11 

like a dacent Christian went to pay his obadience to 
the Saint ; and the King, having a son born to him 
with a reel foot, the cunning old fox tliought lie'd ax 
the Saint to cure him. Well, be dad ; Saint Bridget 
said she would if he'd give her as much ground, to 
build a churcli, as her mantel would cover. It's a 
bargain, says the King. Well, but the Lord preserve 
us, the Saint's mantle spread over the whole Currough 
of Kildare, and on it was built gi-eat churches and 
monasteries. The Saint, God bless lier, had the best 
of the bargain. 

\_JSfoise is heard. The sentry springs to his feet and 
seizes his musket. Enter Oney Sheehan.~\ 

Sentry. — Who goes there ? 

Oney.- It's only the poor piper. 

Sentry. — Stand and give the countersign or I'll blow 
your brains out. 

SergH O^R. — Ah then now, sentry honey, don't 
harm the poor piper ; shure he's an omadhaun, and 
don't know what the countersign manes. Shure the 
poor boy has no sinse in his head — goes round the 
counthry playing his pipes for the bit he ates. Let 
him pass ; sorra harm he'd do yees, barren you might 
get a little information out of him. 

Sentry. — He don't look much like a chap that could 
do much harm ; so come, sit down and play us a tune. 
\_Orieij plays.'] 

Oney. — Michael, alannah, the boys are marchin' 
on us. 

{Here the guards fall asleep. Oney steals along and 
-pours the %oater from his chanter on the jjriming of 
the muskets. In a few moments the heads of the Trislt 
soldiers are seen cautiously advancing. They rush on 
the stage. The guards awake., rush to their muskets., 
hut they will not go off. Michael is unhound^ and the 
English officers and men are taken prisoners hy the 
Irish troops.] 



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SCENE YI. — Interior of Ballymore Castle^ with 
windows looking out on the road. Trumpets sound, 
drums heat. 

[Enter Sir Dermod CBrien^ Lady Eoileen, 
Norah, Serytaat O^JRyan, and attendants.'] 

Sir D. — Evileen, dear, our troops are preparing to 
inovo. Knowing how pleased you would be to see them 
depart must be my excuse for disturbing you so early 
this morning. 

Lady E. — A thousand thanks, dear Dermod : ten 
thousand thanks. [Trumpets sound.] 

SergH O'E. — Ah ! there, your honor. There's the 
last call. See, see, the boys are already moving. 
{^The hand is heard playing Garryowen.'] 

SergH OLi. — Ah, gineral, jewel, tliere goes Tyrcon- 
nell's Own, all yallow bellies, every man sowl o' them: 
they are the boys that can push the bayonet. There's 
Dorrington's Royal Foot Guards — County Louth 
boys — every man six foot in his stocking feet. Here 
<iomes Sir Art. Maguire's regiment — County Antrim 
boys. There goes Sir Phelix O'Neil, with his Rangers ; 
and, sir, there goes Marshal Lautzen, and our brave 
friends the French: how lovely they march: you'd 
think every man was a dancing-master, they keep such 
purty time. Ah, here's Sarsiield and his staff: a long 
life to him ; he looks the jewel of a soldier. Hear how 
the boys cheer him. There goes the Kerry Artillery, 
•every man of them as active as the goats of their 
native mountains. 

{The ladies join in the general enthusiasm., 
during ivhich the curtain falls.] 



END OF ACT I. 



ACT II. 

SCENE J.— Interior of BalUjmore Castle 



Sarsfield, Earl of Lucan, Majoi' Gen'l of the Irish Army! 

Sir Dermod O'Brien, Colonel of the Fourth Irish Dragoons. 

O'DONNELL, 

Michael O'Ryan, Sergeant in Sarsfield's Ow n, 

Oney Sheehan, An Irish Piper, 

Tim O'Connor, Of the Kilkenny Rangers. 

RORY, 

Colonel Herbert, , Of King William's Army. 

First and Second English Soldiers 

Staff Officer, 

Lady Eyileen MacCarthy, Daughter of Lord Mountcashel. 

NoRAH O'Leary, . . .Foster-sister of Lady Evileen. 



[Enter Lady Evileen and NoraJi O^Leary.'] 
Lady E. — Oh, this dreadful suspen&e. Oh, Dermod, 
dear Dermod, may Heaven shield you in this fearfni 
conflict. The loud boom of cannon all this morning 
tells with a dreadful certainty that the conflict rages 
with unabated and stubborn fury. Oh, father dear, 
your child feels desolate in this crisis of our country's 
strnggle ; for if Athlone falls, then Ballymore must 
fall, and your child will be houseless, and the home of 
the MacCarthys will become the prey of our ruthless 
enemies 

Norali. — Oh, lady dear, it breaks poor Korah's 
heart to hear you speak so sorrowfully. Do cheer up; 
the boys will flght bravely, and may good Saint 
Bridget pray and look on our poor country in these 
dreadful times. 

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14 ACT II. 

Lady E. — Hush ! Did yon not hear the sound of" 
horses' feet? Ring the bell, Norah. 

[Enter Servant.'] 

Lady E. — Any news yet, Rory '] 

Eory. — ]N"o, my lady. 

Lady E. — Then, send Father O'CarroU to me. 

Rory. — He's not in the castle, my lady. 

Lady E. — Not in the castle'^ When did he leave ?^ 

Rory. — At daybreak this morning, for Athlone, to 
attend the wonncled of onr army. 

Lady E. — Noble Priest! may God strengthen him,, 
and send onr brave soldiers victory. 

\Loiid cheers are heard. Emter Sir Dermod O^Brien 
and Serift O^R.^ with Col. Llerhert as j^i^isoner. 
Dermod and Evileen embrace. Senft O^Ryan- 
and Nor ah embrace^ 

Sir L). — Dear Evileen, God has given us the vic- 
tory. Donglas is in full retreat, and Athlone is saved. 

Lady E. — Thank heaven! Bnt onr brave troops 
must have suffered dreadfully. 

Sir D. — Yes; our enemy fonght with dogged and 
determined bravery. 

[Roivs to Col. Llerbe.' t. and introduces him to Lady 
Emleen.~\ 

Lady E. — Col. Grace, I hope, is not hurt. 

Sir D. — No, dear Evileen, though it is a miracle how 
he escaped, being exposed to a terrible fire from the 
enemies' batteries; but he seemed to have a charmed 
life. Wherever the battle raged fiercest he was to be 
seen encouraging and animating our troops. At four 
in the morning, the enemy made a most determined 
effort to lord the Shannon, at Lainsborough. My bri- 
gade dismounted,well protected by breastworks, poured, 
a murderous fire on the advancing foe, which staggered 
the advancing colnmn ; but, being rallied by their of- 
ficers, again formed, and boldly charged our position ;. 
now ensued a desperate struggle, but the fire from our 
line being murderous, the enemy staggered and fell 
into partial confusion. Perceiving our turn had come,. 
I gave orders for the boys to form and' charge the en- 



SCENE I. 15 

«my. The rout was complete. Niunbers were 
drowned in the vain attempt to re-cross the Shannon. 
Douglas, seeing the impossibility of carrying our po- 
sition, gave orders for the retreat. Col. Grace, de- 
lighted with our success, sent orders for me to join 
him,Avitli all dispatch, b}^ the Ballinasloe Road, as he 
was confident that Douglas would now concentrate all 
his strength and attempt to force our position at Irish- 
town ; and events proved that he was right, for, at 
eleven, Douglas pushed a solid column of seven thou- 
sand of his best infantry, supported by his well ap- 
pointed and splendid batteries. Our kinsman, the 
brave Fitzgei'ald, with his brigade of Irish Grenadiers, 
met the shock of the advancing host, and, for two 
hours, foiled their bravest efforts to effect a landing. 
Douglas, seeing that the column made but little pro- 
gress, gave orders for his reserves to move ; and, plac- 
ing himself at the head of the William's Dutch Blue 
Guards, the finest regiment in the enemy's service, 
dashed across the river. The struggle now became 
desperate and bloody. But in the meantime, Fitzger- 
ald being reinforced by Dorrington's Brigade of Royal 
Irish foot guards and McMahon's Brigade of regulars, 
gave our boys hope and courage. Oh, Evileen, the 
fate of Athlone hung on a thread, and you may well 
imagine the thoughts and feelings of its heroic old 
€ommander as he caught sight of our dragoons, as we 
dashed into the town. Placing himself at their head, 
and with one wild cheer for Sarsfield and King James, 
we dashed at the foe, who had by that time forded the 
river. The sliock was terrible and irresistible. The 
enemy were beaten and Athlone was saved. But, 
dear Evileen, our brave friend Michael is wounded ; 
we must see to him. 

{Tarn round and see Micltael and Nor ah talMng.~] 
SergH 0^ R. — Ah, long life to your honor. Shure 
I'm as happy as a grand Turk. Shure the colleen, 
your honor, is attending me, with her own little taper 
fingers, and there seems to be healing plaster on them, 
your honor, for the pain goes away when she touches 
ane. 



16 ACT II. 

Lady E. — Dermod, dear, you must send for the 
doctor to see to Michael's wound. 

SergH G" R. — Heaven bless your ladysliip for your 
Ivindness; it's just a little taste of a scratch; sorra 
lia'p'orth more your ladyship ; it's nothing to the other 
wound I received. 

Sir D. — Michael, you did not tell me of that be- 
fore. I insist on sending for the doctor. 

SergH O^R. — Yer honor is wounded, deeply wound- 
ed, too ; in troth you are, your honor. 

A%>i>.— Me; me. Wliere ? 

SergH O^B. — Ahem! {Takes NoraKs hand; jputs 
it on his heart.'] Your honor, there is no use in send- 
ing for the doctor ; the cure is here, your honor. 

[Sir Dermod takes Lady Emleenh hand; they laugh 
heartily?}^ 

SergH O^R. — Ah, your honor, it is a most vulnerable 
part — always exposed to the round shot of a pui-ty 
pair of eyes. 

Sir D. — Lady Evileen, Col. Herbert will remain a 
prisoner, on parole of honor. 

Lady E. — Col. Herbert, you will, I trust, make your 
stay with us as free from restraint as possible. Our 
library is at your service. The grounds around the 
castle will, I hope, interest you. 

Sir D. — We wish to make your stay with us as 
pleasant as possible, until you are exchanged. The 
Lady Evileen cheerfully extends to you the hospitali- 
ties of the house of Mountcashel ; the Earl, her father, 
being a prisoner of war in the hands of your friends. 

Col. LI. — Allow me to express to the fair lady my 
sincere thanks for her kind invitation, which 1 cheer- 
fully accept. Thanks, also, to you. Sir Dermod, for 
your gentlemanly and soldierly conduct, and if my 
services can be of any use, now or hereafter, you can» 
at all times command them. 1 will write to England,, 
to my brother. Lord Herbert, Avho is high in the con- 
fidence of the prince of Orange, our future king, inter- 
ceding for a speedy exchange of Lord Mountcashel. 

Sir D. — You are verv kind Col. 



SCENE I. 17 

[Enter a dragoon witJi a dispatcli — hands it to Sir 
Dermod — he reads :] 

Limerick, Miclniglit, August 2d, 1690. 

Sir Dermod — Douglas has re-inforced William before 
Limerick. Loose not a moment in joining iis with 
yonr Brigade. Cross the Shannon at Killaloe. 
Ever faithfully yoni's, 

PATRICK SARSFIELD. 
F. S. — Express to the Lady Evileen my respects and 
sympnthy. 

Sir D. — Ah, snch is a soldier's life. Evileen, my love 
in ten minntes I must he in the saddle on iwy way 
to our friends. 

Lrb<ty E. — Dear Dermod, you will not leave us so 
soon. 

Sir D. — Ah, would it wei-e ]<ossihle for me to tarry 
a. little longei", hut wlien duty calls we ujust obey. 
Our enemies are active and vigilant, and then Sarsfieid 
I'equests me to lose no time. Oh, my love, our country 
owes him indeed a debt of gratitude, he is the life 
and soul of onr army; and from a confnsed mass has 
organized and bnilt np an ai-my full cf national spirit 
and bravery, fully competent to drive back from old 
Limerick's walls, the mercenaries of England, and my 
sweet Lady Evileen I am sure has the interest of our 
country too much at heart to ask a soldier to neglect 
his duty. [They einhrace.~\ 

Lady E. [wee-ping.'l — Go Dermod darling, though 
my heart should break, and may heaven shield and 
guard you from your enemies, and soon restore to our 
afflicted country, happiness and peace. 

{Exit Sir Dermod and Lady Evdeen.'\ 

SergH O'E.. — Amen, say I, and may the divil run 
junipin' with the red coats — the curse of Cromw^ell 
light on them and their civilization, as they call it, 
we w^antnone of it, nor their judges with, their big wigs, 
and their sheriffs with their long staffs, as they call 
them; if they'd only just have the dacency to let our little 



18 ACT II. 

island alone, how liappy we would be, Norali darlings 
ah, shure you'd be Mrs. O'Kjan before this time, and 
we'd both be sleeping under the same roof together,, 
as happy as two young doves in a barle}^ stack. But 
never mind alannah, we'll be a thorn in their side any 
how. It's not crying you are, Norah darling ? 

Norah. — You are going to leave me again Michael,, 
and may be I never may lay an eye on you again. 

SergH O^B. — Arab, by Saint Patrick you will lay 
two eyes on me, and two bright ones they are, may God 
bless them and the love that's in them for your soldier 
boy. [Gives her a kiss.'] Many a better man died for ould 
Ireland, [Gives her another hiss] IN'orah darling. 

Norah. — Stop now, Michael, what would father 
O'Carroll say if he saw you behave in this way? 

SergH. OB. — Ah, theu, his revereuce, God bless 
him, would'nt say a cross word to me. Shure, it was 
only the other day at the fight at Athlone, that he 
came up to me just as the red coats were running 
away ; "Mickey, my boy," says he, "I am proud of 
you, the Garyowen boys fought like Trojans. Kneel 
down till I give you my blessing." So, bedad ]S[orah 
darling, don't be making yourself in the least uneasy, 
but fearing that you would, I just take them back to 
ease your conscience, [Kisses her^] good b}^ my poor 
colleen, [Shakes hands. JYorahiveejjs.] Don't cry 
alannah. 

Norah. — You wont forget your poor Norah. 

SergH. (JB. — Forget you, Norah, darling? Never^ 
alannah, while grass grows or water runs. 

Col. TI. — [ Who had remained a spectator of this^ 
interview.] Well, fellow, how long will I have to 
listen to your ncmsensc. 

BergH. O^B. — Well, now, who the divil thought a 
fine gentleman like yourself would listen to a poor 
ooy taken leave of his colleen, there are plenty of 
other things to take your honor's attention ; the fine 
pictures there on the walls. 

Col. II. — Fellow, you doirt seem to know who I am? 

Serg'^t. CT B. — I am no fellow, I don't wear a wig ; 
I am Sergeant of Dragoons, in the Fourth Irish 



SCENE T. 19 

Sarsfield's Own, long life to him, and bad luck to hi& 
enemies ; just amuse yourself looking at tlie pictures, 
while I Gpeak a few words to the colleen. 

Col. II — They are, indeed, splendidlj^ executed. 
Ah ! what a noble looking fellow ; I say, my man, 
whose portrait is that ? 

SergH. 6^' A'.— That? AliI that's the Lord himself. 
vGod bless him. 

Col, //—What Lord ? 

^ergt. 6''i?.— What Lord? Why Lord Mount- 
cashel, who else Avould it be. And that's liis kinds- 
man. Lord Muskerry, and there's his brother Lord 
Clancarthy, and here is the sw^eet Lady herself, an 
angel, and nothing short of it, your honor. 

Col. II.—Yes^ a lovely face indeed, but proud and 
haughty, like all the Irish upstarts. 

^Wgt. O^B. — Come, your honor must not speak 
disrespectfully of the fair daughter of Mountcashel, 
while Mickey Ryan is by to defend her and the 
honor of her house. 

Col. II. — Fellow, you are impertenant. 

Sergt. C B. — Hould now, I told you before I wa,s^ 
no fellow ; say but one undasent word against that 
sweet Lady, and I'll dust your red coat for you 
without a beesom. 

Col. II. — I cannot tolerate this impudence, you 
don't seem to know who I am. 

Sergt. O'B. — Ah, that's easy found out by the color 
of your coat; shure you are one of the tormenters 
of ould Ireland, who wants to be Lords of the lands, 
and ride rough shod over our liberties and religion. 

Col. II — Impudent babbler, I'll teach you to respect 
your superiors ! [Drcnvs his sioord. SergH O^B. 

draios his.'] 

Norah to SergH (fll. — Oh, Michael, darling, as you 
love your Korah, don't mind him avick ; with j^our poor 
\rounded arm, what could you do alannali? 

SergH CB. — Stand back, Norah acushla, it's only a 
scratch. YI hey fight. SergH O'B. disarras Col. 

II, Sit Dermod and lady Evileen rush in and save 
the life of Col. II. Just at this moment the dear notes 
of a trumpet call is heard.] 



20 



SCENE II. — Oiiey Sheehan' s cottage. Oney is heard 
■playing on his pipes. Enter Sergt. O^R.^ singing^ 

Oh my name is Paul Dougherty, from the north country, 
Where there's a still upon ever}^ stream, 
Landlady be quicker, and bring us more liquor, 
And bring us a juice that is stronger than cream. 

All, poor Paul ! he was the life of our bojs : he fell 
by my side at the lioyne ; didn't get as much time to 
live as yuuM say Lord have mercy on me. 

Ojiey — Och, Michael, honey, long life to you. 

Serg^t 0^ R.- Same to you, my boy ; and how is 
3^our poor mother, the creathur? 

Oney. — She's poorly avick ; but these times we must 
be thankful if we are alive at all, at all. 

SergH 0^ R. — True for you, Oney ; they are bad 
times, and I fear there's worse in store for us, 

Oney. — Don't sjiy so, avick. I hope the good cause 
will prosper in spite of our enemies. 

Sergei O^R. — I hope so, Oney my boy. I am going 
to Limerick. 

Oney, — To Linierick ! I'll go there, too ; I can 
fight. 

Serg'tO^R. — What! and hive your poor mother 
just on the verge of the grave. No, my boy, you can 
be of niore use at home. JJsten: stay ai'ound the 
castle. Keep your ears and eyes open ; know every 
thing, but seem to know i.othing : you understand. 
Act the oniadhaun, but to tlie cause be faithful and 
vigihmt. There is now at the castle one of our per- 
secutors : watch his movements in our absence. If any 
move is made, don't spare brogue-leather or wind to 
let us know of it. Here, take these two sparrow- 
killei's, you may need them some time \_Puts out his 
hand wnd shakes hands']. Good bye, Oney, my boy; 
be true to the ould cause. [_Exit SergH O^R. 

Oney [takes out his green and tohite cockade ., fixes it 
in his coat^ and looks on it loith admiration']. — True to 
the ould cause. Yes, with my life ; I pray for it night 
and day. [/I voice is heard crying " Oney, 07iey.^^] 
Yes, mother, honey, Fm coming. [Exit Oney. 



SCENE III. 21 



SGIlNE HI. — Camp of the Irish army near Lime rich 
— Arras siacl:ed and soldiers lying around — Trum- 
pets sound the call for dinner — The men jump up. 

Tim O^ Carroll. — Now, boys, there's tlie dinner call. 
[Enter SergH- 0^ Ryan.~\ 

SergH O^B. — How are yees, boys ; and how are yees 
making it ont these times. 

Tim O'C — Well, Sergeant, jewel, plenty of march- 
ing and digging, and just as much to eat as keeps body 
and sowl together ; but shure its all for the good of 
ould Ireland, and w^e don't grumble, Sergeant, jewel. 
Any good news agoing ? 

SergH 6^'/^.— Yes, boys, the cause looks bright, and 
our friends are hopeful, and the Dutchman's getting 
out of temper at our stubborn defence. Come, boys, 
tix up a table — I've got a snug little present for 
yees — a bottle of real ould potheen. [Cheers from the 
boys.] Sit down, boys, and we'll have a song. [Cheers 
from the hoys again.] 

Tim (JC — Take your seats, every mother's sowl of 
yees. Sei-geant O'Kyan for tlie Widow Malone. 
• [Cheers from the boys again.] 

SsrgH 0' R. — Well, boys, I'll do my best to plaze 
yees. [Cheers again — Michael sings.] 

Oh, then, did you e'er hear of the Widow Malone, 

Ochone, 
Who lived in the town of Athlone, 

Alone ; 
Och, she melted all hearts of the swains in those parts. 
So lovely was Widom Malone, 

Ochone, 
So lovely was W^idow Malone. 

Of lovers she had a full score, 

Or more, 
And fortunes they all had galore. 
In store ; 
Fiorn the major down to the clerk of the crown. 
All were courting the Widow Malone, 

Ochone, 
All Avtre courting the Widow Malone. 



k 



22 ACT II. 

But so modest was Widow Malone, 

"Twas known, 
No one could ever see- her alone, 

Ochone ; 
Let them ogle and sigh, they could ne'er catch her eye. 
So bashful was Widow Malone, 

Oclione, 
So bashful was Widow Malone. 

Till one Sergeant O'Brien from Clai-e, 

llow quaro, 

Shure it's little for shyness they caie, 

DoAvn there, 

Put his arm round her waist, gave ten kisses at least, 

Oh, snys he, j-ou're m}-' Molly Malone, 

My own, 
Och, says he, you're my Mollj* Malone. 

And the widow the}^ all thought so shy, 

In^my eye, 
Ne'er thought of a simper or sigli, 

For why ; 
But, Michael, says she, since you have now made so fiee, 
You may marry your Widow Malone, 

Ochone, 
You may marry your Widow Malone. 

There's a moral contained in my song;. 

Not wrong, 
And, one comfort, it's not vei-y long, 

But strong ; 
If for widows you die, learn to kiss, not to sigh, 
For they're all like your sweet Molly Malone, 

Ochone, 
Oh, they're all like sweet Molly Malone. 

\Tlie loys give Mm a cheer. Just then a noise is heard. 
A voice cries, I must see him. Oney Sheehctn 
rushes on the stage ^ his jyipes tied on his hach^ 
covered with mud?\ 

SergH O^R. — Good Saint Bridget defend me. Oney, 
my boy, where did you come from ? 

Oney. — A long way, Sei'geant jewel. 

Serg't U'li. — What, in the name of all that's holy, 
brought yon all this way from home? 

Oney. — The canse that I'd die for bronght me here, 
Sergeant, jewel. Is Sir Dermod O'Brien here? I have 
a small taste of a letter for him from Lady Evileen. 



SCENE III. 



She towld me, the Angel, so she did, that lite and 
death was in my hands. Here's the letter, Sergeant. 

SergH U'R. — Ha! this must, indeed, be something, 
important. Sit down, Oney, avick, and rest yourself, 
for you seem sadly in need of it. 

{Enter Sir JDerm.od. Sergeant O^Ii. hands him the 
letter. Beads,'] 

" B.vixvMOUE Castle, August 10th, 1090. 

Dear Dermod : — The brave O'Carroll, of Nenagh, 
has this moment visited the castle in disguise. He 
tells me AVilliam's siege train and supplies have just 
quitted MuUingar. They go by the mountain road, so 
as to avoid your cavalry. Some parties of English 
troops were in the neighborhood yesterday. Sir Toby 
Butler's yeomanry are getting troublesome. I send 
this by Oney. in whose fidelity and cunning to bafFie 
the enemy I have the greatest confidence. Prajnng 
that God will shield you and bless our sacred cause, I 
remain yours, ever. Evileen MacCarthy. 

Sir D. — Oh, bless her ; bless her. [Kisses the let- 
ter.] Sarsfieki must see this dispatch at once. Ser- 
geant, get your troops in order. 
{Enter Sarsfield^ ractp in hand.] 

Sir Dermod. — My Lord, I have just received this 
dispatch. 

Scorsjield. — {Reads] Bravely done, i^oble daughter 
of Mountcashel ; this is indeed most timely and 
valuable news ; for by my spurs this train must never 
reach the Dutchman. Sound the call. Sir Dermod, 
and to horse : we take the Fourth Irish, that will 
suffice. {Opens the m.ctp]. Yes, we cross the Shan- 
non at Ivillaloe. Tarry not nor tighten rein till we 
reach the mountains ; then may heaven send us the 
victory. {Exit.] 



24 



SCENE I V. — Bally needy — A wild mountain road — 
The English train at a halt ; arms stacked. 

First English Soldier. — I say, Joliii, what a con- 
founded wild country this is ! I'd give a crown piece 
to be safe out of it. What if those confounded 
Eapparees, as they call 'em, were to pounce on us in 
such a wild place. 

Second English Soldier,— h\\^ the scoundrels, they 
know better than to attack us regulars; we'd blow 
them to atoms, the thieving Jacobites. When our 
brave Bill brings his guns to bear on Limerick he'll 
make short work of the rascals. 

\_A loud volley of inuslietry is heard^ and the 
cheers of Sarsfield's troops., as they dash on the 
astonished foe. The English give way and surrender 
to Sar afield — General Mackey taken prisoner.'] 

Sarsfield. — Sir Dermod give orders to bo viae for 
the night. At morning's dawn we return to Limerick. 
See to our own and tlic enemy's wounded. Our 
troops are weary after their long ride, and require a 
little rest. Post your sentrys, with the injunction to 
be vigihmt. Yes, our victory is complete, and 
Limerick saved from the hand of the invader. 

Sir D. — We have taken fuur six-pounders, six 
twelve-pounders, and four twenty-pound siege guns, 
and one hundred and fifty-three wagons of amuniticn 
and stores. 

Sarsfield. — The spoils were wortli the risk, Sir 
Dermod. Our cause looks bright, and our flag — the 
harp without the crown — will yet be throvv'n to the 
breeze, and upheld against all comers. Oh may that 
day soon arrive, for in good truth I am w^eary of all 
English tactions and parties, be they of the house of 
Orange or the House of Stuart ; — they all use us 
alike. • After giving our fortunes and our lives with 
a devotion and profusion unequaled in the annals of 
histoiy, what has been our reward ? Witness the 
UDo^rateful and cruel conduct of Charles the Second ; 



SCENE III. 25 

death, neglect and confiscation were all we received 
for our loyalty then ! What do we receive now ? Ah, 
but little indeed ! Tyrconnell may cry treason, but 
my heart and my conscience tell me that to love 
Ireland before all, and above all, is no treason. 

\_Exit Sarsfield and Sir Dermod. Sergeant CR.^ 
in charge of the gtcard^ walks up and down the stage; 
sings, 

The young May moon is beaming love, 
While half the world is dreaming love ; 
How sweet to rove through Moira's Grove 
While the drowsy world is dreaming love. 

Ah, then, Mickey my boy, you feel purty drow^sy 
now avick, and shm-e its no miracle that you would, 
after seventeen hours in the saddle ; divil such ridin' 
since I took to sogerin ; up hill and down hill, helter 
skeltei'. Ah, the gineral, God bless him, he never 
spares horse flesh when he's after the red coats. 
Bedad I'll take a wink or two. [Spreads his coat on 
the ground and lies down.'] Begorra it's mighty 
strange — I feel drowsy, but I can't get a wink of 
sleep. 

\^Oney^ s pipes are heard playing ?\^ 

SergH O'Jx. — By all that's wonderful if that's not 
. Oney Sheehan's pipes I'm not a living boy. Oh, by 
Saint Bridget, there it is again. Whist ! 
{Enter Oney.'] 

Oney. — Is it asleep you are this blessed night. The 
red coats have crossed the Shannon at O'Brien's 
Bridge, and they will be in Cullen in less time than it 
takes me to tell you. Fly, or it will be too late. 

SergH O^R. — God bless you, Oney, my boy. 

[The trumpets sound the call. Enter Sarsfield.] 

Sars. — Quick, my men, unpack the ammunition 
waggons; load the guns to the mussels; scatter the 
powder baiTcls; round the wagons. See that nothing 
escapes. Then make your train. Mount, men, quickly ; 
our crafty foe will find the spoils gone. All ready ? 

Sir D. — Yes, sir. 

Sars. — Apply the match. Now for Limerick. [A 
jH loud report is heard, and scene changes P\ 

I 



26 



SCENE lY. — Battlements of Limerick— Bills of 
Glare ^ and the Shannon in the distance — Can- 
nonading and "volleys of muskttry. Enter Sarsfield^ 
C^Brien, 0^ Donnelly and staff. '\ 

{Enter Staff Officer.'] 
Staff'- Officer. — The enemy in strong force Lave as- 
saulted our tirst lines of intrencliments. The fight 
rages fiercely. They are pushing large masses of in- 
fantry on our right, 

0^1). — General, permit me to move out with my 
regiment and reinforce Dorrington — the Red hand 
will show his banner to the Dutchman. 

Sars. — Bravely said, my friend. Colonel Dillon's 
regiment shall accompany you. 

O^D. [taking Sarsfield^s hand.] — Farewell, General. 
[Exit Dillon and O^JDonnell. 
[Enter Staff Officer.] 
Staff Of. — The enemy have carried our first line of 
works. 

Sars. — Ride for your life, sir. Tell O'Donnell to 
fall back. 

[Exit officer. 
[Enter officer.] 
Of. — The enemy have attacked our second line 
furiously with a strong column of Huguenots and 
Blandenburghs, six thousand strong. They defy all 
our efforts to check them. 

Sars. — William grows angry. This is his best card, 
butit will not avail him [Enter Dorrington.] General, 
summon the citizens to our assistance. 

[Exit Dorrington. 
[Enter citizens.^ men and W07nen^ drawing cannon. 
Enter Dorrington.] 

D. — The Blandenburghs have advanced to the Black 
Battery. 

Sars. — Then tell O'Brien to fall back, and fire the 
mine. Now our turn comes. [A loud report is heard 



SCENE IV. 27 

— Sarsjleld dro.ws his sword.'] Soldiers, the foe i? at 
our gates. They must be driven back at all hazard. 
Show our flag to the Dutchman. Forward ! for 
Garryowen and victory. 

\_Cheers and shouts. The fight goes on. The crowd 
of comhatants drive hack the enemy ^ and are driven in 
■return. The English troops are driven out of Limerick. 
Cheers from the Irish troops. Enter Sai-^field., Dor- 
rington^ officers and soldiers — citizens, women^ dsc, 
. who are received with enthusiasm. Enter G' Brien 
and SergH 0^ Ryan. 

0^ B. — General ojir victory is complete. The enemy 
are in full retreat. Limerick is saved. 

\_Cheers^ during which the curtain falls ] 



END OF ACT II. 



ACT III. 



SCENE I. — Gitij of LimeriGk — Thomond Bridge — 
French Fleet at anchor — Troops drawn up on the 
quays — Irish Flag and Royal Ensign — Drums 
heat — General Dovringtonin command — The Duke 
of Tyr Connelly Sarsfield^ Dillon and Officers in 
waiting — Saint Ruth 'passes through the gangway — 
Soldiers present arms — Band plays^ '^ See the Con- 
quering Hero Coines^ 



St. Ruth, In Command of the French and Irish Troops. 

Duke of Tyrconnell,. . Viceroy of Ireland Under K. James. 

Sarsfield, Earl of Luc an, . . . .Major Gen'l of the Irish Army. 

Dillon 

O'Neil, 

Col. Dorrington, Commander of the Royal Irish Foot Guards. 

Sir Dermod O'Brien, Colonel of the Fourth Irish Dragoons. 

Father O' Carroll, Chaplain to the Mountcashel Family. 

Michael O'Ryan, Sergeant in Sarsfield' s Own. 

Oney Sheehan, An Irish Piper, 

RORY, 

Cavalier Philabert Emanuel De Tessee, Second in Command. 

Colonel Herbert, Of King William's Army. 

Sir Toby Butler, Commander of Ormond's Yoemanry. 

Staff Officers, 

Dragoons, 

Lady Evileen MacCarthy, Daughter of Lord Mountcashel. 

NoRAH O'Leary, Foster-sister of Lady Evileen. 

Widow Sheehan, Mother of Oney. 



T^/^-— Welcome, Saint Riitli. [Litroduces Saint 
Ruth to all the officers.^ 

St. Ruth. — Gentlemen, my royal master, at the ur- 
gent solicitation of your lawful King, has appointed 
me Commander-in-Chief of the Armies of Ireland and 



29 



France, The King has commanded me to express to 
you his profound gratitude for your faithful and 
devoted loyalty to his house. Gentlemen, I solicit 
your co-operation and assistance in the good work we 
have so deeply at heart. [Shakes hands with all the 
officeQ's.'] 

Tyr. — To the castle, general ; you must need repose. 
To-morrow we hold a council of wai". 

[Soldiers march off stage. Exit all.'] 



SCENE II. — Council Chamber in Saint John^s 
Castle. Sentry on guard. 

[Enter Tyrconnell^ arin-in-arm with Saint Ruth — 
Sarsfield^ CBrien^ Dillon^ C Neil^ Dorrington^ and 
other officers. Tyrconnell occuj^ies the chair.'] 

Tyr. — Gentlemen, I feel a pleasure in thus meet- 
ing so many of my old comrades in arms. The 
cause we all have so much at heart, I am happy to 
tell you, looks bright and hopeful. The arrival of our 
friends is most opportune, and in my judgment our 
best course will be to immediately assume the offen- 
sive. It w^ill keep alive the line spirit now existing 
in our army. But we are here to ascertain the opin- 
ions of tlie gentlemen present. What says our brave 
friend Saint Ruth ? 

St. Ruth. — My Lord, I am decidedly opposed to 
assuming the offensive at present. My troops require 
rest. There is no need for any forward moA^ement for 
at least two weeks to come. 

O'' B. — I agree with his Excellency, we ought to 
assume the offensive without a moment's delay. 

C^N. — I coincide with his Excellency. [A knock 
at the door. Tyrconnell gives orders to the sentry to 
open it. Enter Sergeant 0^Rya7i^ excited — Speaks 
with Sir Dennod and retires. Sir Derinod speaks with 
Sarsfield.] 

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30 ACT III. 

Sars. — I favor an immediate advance. Ginlde has 
already pushed forward to within a sliort distance 
of Athlone. The fortress and castle of Ballymore are 
in the enemy's hands. The home of my old friend, 
Lord Mountcashel, is garrisoned by the foe. Your Ex- 
cellency, in my opinion, we ought long since to have 
been on the march. Our friends in the Counties of 
Meath, Westmeath, Kings, Queens and Tipperary 
already feel the scourge of the invaders. Sir Toby 
Butler, with his partizan yeomanry, kill, plunder and 
burn indiscriminately. Let me beseech of our brave 
Commander-in-Chief to adopt our advice and council. 

St. R. — Gentlemen, I think you all overrate the 
strength of the enemy. When I am ready to move 
they will soon feel my power. Wheti Saint Ruth 
marches he marches to victory. 

Tyr. — Then, General, we wait your pleasure. The 
council is ended. 

\_Saint Ruth and Tyrcoiinell retire as they entered^ 
arm-in-aiwb. Sarsfield^ Sir D'lrmod^ and O^JS^eil^ 
remain.'] 

Sars. [tahing Sir Dermod's hand] — I s)anpathize 
with you ; but the Lady Evileen will be treated as 
her position deserves: bad as are our enemies, they 
dare not oifer her any insult. 

Sir D. — That may be so ; but. General, her noble 
spirit will feel deeply the humiliation ; for it is in- 
deed, humiliating to see the red c^'oss float from the 
stately battlements of Mountcashel. 

Sars. — Yes, yes ; this cruel infliction would have 
been spared us had Saint Ruth taken our advice. 
Oh, my country, thou art a toy in the hands of these 
men, tossed and played for like a thing that has no 
life, no heart, no claim to an existence or a nationality. 
William, cruel and crafty, would have us vassals to 
the House of Orange — James, imbecile and feeble, 
vassals to the House of Stuart^ — -Louis, well meaning 
and generous, would use us to advance his interests 
and the glory of France, Oh, O'Brien, how I long 



SCENE III. 31 



Wll 



and pray for tlie hour to arrive when our people 
unfurl their flag — the harp without the crown. Oh, 
may that day soon arrive, \_Exit.~\ 



SCENE III.— Widow Slieeliaii's Cottage— Moun- 
tains in the distance. 

[Enter Oney^ j>laying Ids -pipes — takes out his 
cockade^ loohs at it admiringly^ and fixes it on his 
coat. Noise is heard — Oney^ alarmed^ tahes it off 
and hides it aivay.'] 

Oney. — The Lord presarve us these dreadful times, 
'Tis sartin death if the cockade is seen now, Arrah, 
but bad luck has come intirely on the good cause 
since the French came last. Hush ! [A drum is 
heard.'] It's the yoemen, [Exit.] 

{Enter Sir Toby Butler with a company of yoemen.] 

Sir T. — Aha; I think we'll have him this time. 
Aha, my fine fellow, caught in your own trap, at last, 
pipes and all, I'll w^ager my honor. [Knocks at the 
cottage door. No answer.] Eh ; come, come, open 
the door at once, or we'll soon break it in for you. 

Widow Sheehan [speaking from the window] — Ali, 
thin, what would so fine a gentleman, like your 
honor, want with the poor widow this blessed day? 

Sir Toby. — Come, old woman, none of your palaver 
or equivocation. We want your son, so open the door 
at once. 

Widow S. — 'My son, your honor, has gone to Ath- 
lone to buy a little tay and tobacco for the ould 
woman, yer honor. 

Sir T. — -He's in the house, so open the door at 
once ; if not w^e'U soon take means.-— Here, sergeant, 
get some dry straw ; we'll smoke them out ; we'll 
soon fetch these Jacobites—aha ! aha ! The piper 



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32 ACT III. 

won't go round the country p]a3'ing his treasonable 
tnnes and ridiculing the British , constitution audits 
noble kiDg. Aha ! we'll have him this time. 

Widow S. — Oil, your honor wouldn't set hre to our 
little cabin over our heads? 

Sir T. — Apply the match, sergeant. \Ju8t then 
Oney and his mother are seen tnaJdng their escapeJ] 
Aha ! aha ! there they go. Ready — aim^lire. \_A.t 
the first volley Oney^s mother falls. Oney takes her in 
his arms and moves np the mountain.'] Load. Ready 
— aim — fire ! [ When the smolte clears away Oney 
has escaped^ hearing with him the lifeless tody of his 
mother.] By heaven he has escaped us again ! 

[Exit 



SCENE lY.— Interior of Bally more Castle. 

[Enter Lady Evileen and Nor ah O^Leary?^ 

Norali — Come now, my lady, shure the boys will 
soon be coming from Limerick, with the great French 
general at their head, to relieve ns from the red 
coats. Mavourneen, do now let your Norah see you 
look happy again. 

Lady E. — 'Tis impossible. How can you expect it, 
Norah. I will leave tlie castle to-morrow, and retire 
to Rosconimon Castle. We will be near our friends 
then, Norah. Yes, I have made up my mind, Norah. 
Please ring for Rnry. \_Norah rings.. Enter Rory.] 
Tell Col. Herbert 1 wish to speak vrith him. [Exit 
Rory. Enter Col. Herhert.] Col. Herbert, I have 
taken the liberty of requesting an interview. My ob- 
ject in so doing is to inform you that I with my 
attendants leave the castle to-morrow. 

Col. 11.^ [aside — Nevei", except as my wife.] You 
astonish me. I hope noi:e of the attendants has 
given your ladyship any cause of complaint, for I 



SCENE IV 33 

had given strict orders for every attention and respect 
to be paid to your ladyship. 

Lady E. — 1 aju resolved to leave to-morrow. 

Col. H. — It will be impossible. Yon cannot leave. 
The most imperative orders from head-quarters state 
that you must not be permitted to quit the castle. 
You seem astonished, but, lady, I hold his majesty's 
commission and must obey his orders. 

Lady E \twriilng to Sforalh\ — jSTow, indeed, is our 
cup of bitterness fidl. [^Emhraces N'orak and weP2)s.~\ 

\_Enter Sir Tohy^ 

Sir T. — Aha, aba, Colonel — ,£>:lad to see yon. \^Puts 
out his hand to shake hands.. The Colonel r el act antly 
takes it^ What do you think, Colonel, but that 
rascal of a piper lias escaped me once more — aha, aha. 

Lady E. and Norah. — Thank God he has. 

Col. H. [loalks to the other end of stag e~] — Confound 
the old fool, I wish him far enoujjch this moment. 

Sir. T. — But his old hog of a mother I think must 
be shot. 

Lady E. and Norah. — Shot I tlie poor Widow 
Sheehan. By whose orders ? 

Sir T. — By mine. She tried my patienco sorely, 
and brouo'ht it on herself — ^aha, aha. That she did. 

Lady E. — May heaven defend our poor people from 
such petty tyrants. 

Sir. T. — Come, my fine young lady, recollect who 
you speak to. 

Norah. — Come, my fine ould tyrant, recollect that 
when you speak to the daughter of Mountcashel you 
must speak with dacency ; but shure what can be ex- 
pected from the murderer of a poor defenceless old 
woman, you ould rat trap. You have not tlie courage 
of a soldier, but rove round ihe country murdering 
poor defenceless people. It's well for your ould bones 
that I wear petticoats. 

[_Sir T. gets in a rage,~] 

Col. II.- Fardon me, Sir Toby, we soldiers are here 

not to make war on the ladies, but against men with 

arms in their hands, who are disputing the authority 



34 ACT III. 

of his majesty. I have some little business to 
arrange at present. Any other time I will be happy 
to see Sir Toby Butler. 

\_Exit Sir Toby^ looking quite insulted.'] 

Lady E. — By whose orders am I detained a prisoner 
in my father's castle ? Oh, fathei", your child is heart- 
broken and desolate! 

Col. H. — I beg you will allow your maid to with- 
draw, as I wish to speak to you alone. 

Lady E. — I cannot gi-ant yonr request. My foster- 
sister shares with nje my sorrows and my pleasures. 
]No secrets are hidden from my faithful J^orah. 

{They embrace?^ 

Col. LI. — Be it so, fair lady. Then to be brief — I 
love you. Do not start, fair Evileen. From the mo- 
ment I had the happiness of seeing you, this heart has 
loved you with a fondness I cannot describe. In vain 
I endeavored to reason and argue with myself against 
its rashness— its foolishness, if 1 can so call it ; — but 
love triumphed over all reasoning, and now, when 
you are, I might say, left without a protector in these 
troublesome and uncertain times, I offer you my hand 
and fortune. My brother, Lord Herbert, is unmarried, 
old and feeble, and according to the rules of nature 
cannot live long. At his death you shall share with 
me the coronet of a peer of England. This war will 
not continue long. Then the two people will become 
united, prosperous, and happy. May I hope for a fa- 
vorable answer from my fair Evileen. 

LoAy E. — Colonel Herbert, 1 will be brief. My 
affections are already given to another, I, when a 
child, being betrothed to Sir Dermod O'Brien. The 
strong ties of honor and duty, the old friendship be- 
tween the Houses Mountcashel and Inchiquin bind 
and seal the contract then made, which nothing but 
death can undo. Of my father's misfortune and this 
evil war I shall say nothing. Colonel, you are, I am 
sure, too honorable to press your suit further after this 
explanation. 



SCENE V. 35 

\Enter dragoon loith despatches. Hands them to 
Col. Rei Ijert. Col. Rerhert opens the despatches and 
reads : 

"The enemy were feelino- oar position to-day with 
a brigade of cavahy, under Sir Dermod O'Brien. 
Tliere was some sliglit skirmishing, whicli brought on 
a severe action, in which we lost a goodly number of 
men. It was reported 8ir Dermod was killed, whicli 
report was afterwards confirmed by some prisoners. 
Keep your troops well in hand, as the enemy is mov- 
ing. 

" 1 ours in haste, 

" GiNKLE, 3faj .- GenercoV^ 

Col. II. [aside'] — ^This is indeed most opportune. 
She shall know it. [Reads the despatch. Lady E. 
falls into the arms of Norah and is home to her 
chainher.'] Now, Evileen, 1 will press my suit. Yes, 
she must be mine. [Exit. 



SCENE v.- — Bcdl-room in Roscommon Castle — 
Band playing — Saint Ruth and all his offtcers., Tyr- 
connell^ and ladies — The jjleasures of the night at 
fdl Nast. Enter Sarsfield — Trumpets sound' 
drums heat y the dancing ceases. 

Sars. — Cease these sounds of i-evelry and to your 
posts, gentlemen. The enemy is before Athlone. If 
Colonel Grace is not reinforced, and that quickly, it 
must fall. 

St. R'utli. — Go on with the dance. Tell them Saint 
Ruth is near. 

Sars. — I implore you. General, to send reinforce- 
ments without dela}^ 

St. Ruth. — There is no danger. Let the festivities 
be resumed. 



SP) ACT Jli. 

Sars.- — ^Oli ! my country, thy destiny is in the hands 
of a vain but brave man, wlio knows not the subtle 
foes he has to deal with. [_Exit Sarsji-eld. 

[Enter staff offcer.'] 

Staff Of. — Genera], the enemy has forded the Shan- 
non in three columns. Fitzgerald, with his grenadiers, 
makes a gallant resistance, but must he soqu over- 
powered. 

St. Ruth. — Stop the festivities ! To your posts, 
gentlemen [tahes end his ivatch.] At five let the 
advance guard move foi'wai'd. 

[Enter Sarsjield .'] 

Sars. — Athlone is lost. The red cross of Saint 
George floats from its historic and timedionored 
walls. Its brave commander sleeps the sleep of 
death. Oh, Saint Ruth, thy laxity has cost our poor 
country dear. 

St. Muth, — Such language to your superior ill be- 
comes you. 

Sars. — Draw and defend yourself. 

[They G7'0ss svjords. Tyrconnell on one side and 
Dorrington on the other interpose their swords hetween 
the comhatants.'] 

Tyrconnell. — Gentlemen, I pray of you to desist. 

[Enter staff officer.'] 

Staff Of. — The enemy has crossed the river in full 
force. Their pickets are posted one nnle from oar 
camp. 

St, Buth. — Sarsfield, I was wn-ong ['proffers his 
hand^ ; forgive me. Let us be friends SJooks at the 
rnap\ Yes, yes, that will be my position, and all the 
efforts of the enemy will be unavailing to move me 
from it. Gentlemen, we'll nuive at once for Aughrim, 
near Kilcomnadan Hill — there uur position will be im- 
pregnable. [Exit. 



I 



37 



SC?:XE YI.—B<tiih' of Aiujlr'na, JhI,/ 12, 1091 — /SV. 
li^iiJis frjtf — T/ie (jreen fiuj and French fag dis- 
phiijctJ — S^)ifri/ on (jaard. Entrr SarHfeld^ Dor- 
■rington^the Caraln-i- Pliihihert Ema mud J)c Te-'^see, 
{second in com in 'tad to Saint Iiat/i), (at ft Saint 
I^ath. 

St. RaiJt. — Gentlemen, I Lave called )^ou together 
to receive in)^ final instructions for the coming con- 
Hict ; for I feel morally certain that the enemy will 
attack ns at the comino^ morrow. Our position I con- 
sider impregnable. You will act on the defensive 
until you receive further orders from me. Gentlemen, 
I enjoin you to be vigihmt and keep your troops well 
in the ])Osition I have marked out for you. I pray 
God will send us the victory. I have yet much to 
arrange. With the assurances of my regard I will 
dismiss Good night, gentlemen. [Exit Sar.fleJd 

amd other officers. The sentry wall's on his jjost. 
After the lajyse of a few nwrnods the trunepets sound. 
Enter St. U nth front his tent.'] 

St. liuth. — Ha! there goes Sarsfield's summons to 
the strife. The enemy must be on the move. 

{Enter staffi office rj] 

Steffi Of . — ^The enemy has made a furious effort to 
force the passage of Urrachree with two squadrons 
of Danish dragoons, but were quickly driven back, 
and were as quickly reinforced by Sir Albert Cun- 
ningham's regiment of dragoons, who attempted to 
make a flank movement. Sarsfield gave orders to 
O'Bi'ien to fall back as if retreating. The enemy, 
deceived, crossed the ford and charged. O'Brien 
quickly faced about, reinforced by Maxwell's regi- 
uient, and charged the enemy in return; but the 
struggle was brief. The English troops gave ground, 
aud re-crossed the foi'd. The enemy now quickly sent 
Eppenger's royal regiment of Hollanders to the rescue, 
l.)ut nothing could check our noble boys. The 
enemy were, meantime, becoming rapidly disor- 

4 



38 ACT JII. 

2:anized, when, as a last resource, tlie Earl of PortlaiuiV 
Royal House Guards were ordered to the rescue, to- 
make a last effort to save and retrieve the day. Oli^ 
General, it w^as a sight never to be forgotten to see 
that splendid regiment, six hundred strong, advance- 
to the charge. My heart failed nie for our brave 
boj^s, and I felt spell-bound ; bnt then rung out, on 
the clear morning breeze, the well-known bugle 
charge of Sarsfield's Own. On they came, witli the 
Earl at their head. The sliock was terrific. The 
struggle, short and bloody, ended in the complete route 
of the enemy. Under your orders. General Sarstield 
did not pursue tlie retreating foe. 

/SL Ruth. — Ah, now I divine Ginkle's intention to 
flank by Urrachree. He has been foiled. Ride 
out, sir, and give our best thanks to General Sarsfield, 
with orders to let nothing tempt him to leave his 
position . \E:dt staff officer. 

Distant canon — volUes of iu^(4cetrySt. II uth paces 
tlie stage^ glass in hand ; lools thtunujli it. 

[Miter staff officer.'] 

Staff Of. — Major-General Mackay's division has as- 
saulted our entrenched position in front of Ivilconn- 
dar Hill. The fight rages. The enemy has massed 
large bodies of troops on our left and left centre. 

ASt. Ruth. — So much the better, sir. The cannonade 
grows furious. My horse ! I will ride over the field. 

\E,x:'d. The firing ceases. 

[Enter Saint RidJi.'] 

St. Ruth. — Yes, they are beaten ! I will drive them 
to the gates of Dublin. 

[Enter staff officer.] 

Staff Of. — Mackay is retreating after desparate 
efforts to carry the pass of Auglirim. The enemy's 
cavalry are massing in front of the castle, but Sir 
Walter Burke keeps them in check. 

St. Ruth.— Good, sir ! good ! Yiva la France, viva 
la Ireland ! My horse ! our time has come to assume 
the offensive. [Exit. 



SCENE VT. 39 

lEnh^j' Be Te.^.see awl staff.] 

De Tessee. — Ouv Brave oiiiitrjiiiaii, St. Kuth, is 
<lea(i ! Oli ! mistortnno ! niisfortune ! 

\_E)iter stuff officrr.] 

Stfiff Of. — Our Troops arc dispirited : tliev look for 
Saint Ruth. 

[Enter staff officer.] 

Staff Of. — The enemy ha^ massed all his available 
troops, reserve and all, in front of the position held 
l>y the French troops. 

De Tessee. — 1 will ride <.nit, sii". [fs struck dead. 

[Enter Sarsfidd.] 

Sars.—O'^^iW O'Neil! Saint Enth has fallen! 
All I fear is lost [turns to staff officer]. Go, sir, find 
<jreneral De Tessee. [Exit officer.] Yes, yes, he may 
rally his countrymen, and we may yet triumph. 

[Enter staff officer.] 

Staff Of. — The brave De Tessee has fallen. His 
^efforts to rally his countrymen were fruitless. 

Sars.— Uxda for your life, sir! — Tell Sir Walter 
Burke to keep the enemy's cavalry enoaaed at all 
'hazards. Tell Ilanjilton, Mansfield and Dorrington 
to fall back slowly. 

[Enter Sir Deririod 0^ Brien.] 

Sir J). — General, the Fi-ench troops are disorganized 
.:and numbers have been taken prisoners. 

Sars. — Ha ! But we can fight and beat them yet. 

Sir D. — 'Tis not possible, now, the French in their 
<'fi'orts to escape have become a confused mass, and 
^dl attempts to rally them is fruitless? 

Sars. — I feared some sad result like this. Why did 
Saint Ruth keep ns in ignorance of his plan of battle ! 
Oo, O'Neil, and Dorrington, and by your presence 
animate our brave troops. Keep the enemy in check 
'vvhile we complete our arrangements to fdl back. 
O'Brien, concentrate all your available cavalry — keep 
the enemy engaged. Oh ! my country ! this is a sad 
clay for thee. 

[En ter staff office / '. ] 

Staff Of. — The enemy manoeuvres to cut ofi' our re- 
treat to Limerick. 



40 ACT III. 

Sars. — Ha! The crafty foe tliis time at least will 
be foiled. Ride back, sir : tell General Mansfield to- 
deploy his light battery across the Ballinasloe road and 
give the enemy a plentifnl snpply of grape shot. 
Colonel O'Heilly's I'CiJiiment will snpj^ort liim. Longh- 
rea will be onr rallying point. \_Enter St((ff ojjicer.'] 
Well, sir! [^Staff officer kands him a dispatch.^ The 
infantry have fallen back in good order, but suffered 
severely. 

SI7' D. — We w^antyour orders. 

Sars. — Keep the enemy's attention engaged, sir, till 
I join you. \_E.mt Sir D. Sarf^Jield turns to orderly.'} 
Who has charge of Saint Ruth's body ? 

Orderly. — It has not been found, sir, as yet. 

Sars. — It must be found — brave son of France. Yes,, 
we leave some of Ireland's noblest and best nnburied 
and unhonored, but France mnst not say the Irish 
troops paid no respect to her distinguished son. 
Sound Sarsii eld's call \dreucs his sword.'] Forward ^ 
my boys ! Yictory or death ! [Exit. 

Fighting is heard. The Irish trooi?s are driven on 
the stage ; the English fall haclx in return. The Irish 
troops again come on the stage. Six men uith their 
■muskets crossed hear the lifeless hody of Saint Ruth. 
They fight., keep the English at hay. irhile they carry 
away the hody in triumph. 



SCENE YII. — Field of Augh rim the morning afler 
the haitle. Castle (f Anyhrim in the distance. 

[Enter lady Evileen^ dressed in hlacl\ Norah^ and 
Father 0' Carroll, chaplain to lord Mountcashel^ 
Norah carries a hasketwith lint and rektorativei< for 
the wounded.] 
Father ff C. — Here, my children, the struggle must 

have been most desperate and l)loody. Let me entreat 



SCEXE VII. 41 

of yon to turn away and resume our flight, the enemy 
anay soon be coming tliis way. Such siglits are not 
iittecl for your gentle natures. 

Lady E. — But, good father, we may save tlie life of 
rsome of our soldiers : yes, perhaps many lives. Mush ! 
did you not hear a moan? Listen, Norah. [^Norah 
listens.'] There it is again. Let us proceed, good 
father. 

{lliey loall' to the end of tlw stage. The moaa is 
rej)eated.~] 

N'orah. — Good Saint Bridget protect us, but I have 
heard that voice before. Hush ! \^It is repeated this 
tim,e more distinctly.'] It is merciful. \^Norah rims 
from the stage. She cries for help. Exit. Re-enter 
Father ff Carroll^ heljnng on the stage SergH O'Byan., 
wounded.^ Norah 'wee])ing. They lay him resting on 
.the stage and give him some restoratives.] Michael 
.^vick machree, don't you know me. Do speak one 
word to your own colleen: one word Michael. 
Ochone, oclu»ne, why was I born for this sorrow. 

Father O'C. — Norah, you must have patience; the 

poor fellow is stunned, and weak from the loss of 

ilood. Patience, my child ! {They hind up his arm. 

Norah weeps. Michael opeiis his eyes and draws a 

' -deep sigh.] 

SergH if B — Where am I ? Where is Sarsfield ? 
Where's Saint Ruth ? Where's the flag ! — the flag ! 
Am I in a dream? Why am I alive? 

Norah. — Michael, avick machree, won't you spake? 
yon'U break my heai't ! 

Se^g't O'B.—Oh, that I died a thousand deaths!— 
but I did, I did \_puts his hand in his hosom] ; it is 
here [draws out the fag and opens it] thank God, oh 
g^ood Saint Patrick be blessed and thanked \kneels on 
the stage and lasses the fag]. The flag of Sarsfield's 
Own — the Harp without the Crown! ]Norah, my 
<darling, forgive your poor boy \they enibrace\ Shure 
iillannah I was bewildered out of my wits \kisses her 
— tnriis to Lady Evileen — takes off his hat]. The 
:sweet lady will excuse my bad manners in not paying 

4^ 



42 ACT III. 

my respects to the fair daughter of Mountcasliel and 
his riverenee. 

Lady E. — His roveretico, Michael, will give yon 
his blessing. 

Father O^C. — God bless yon, my boy. May yon 
always love the old flag with the same devotion. Ton 
had a nari-ow escape, my boy. 

SergH 0' R. — Ah then it's ti'ne for yonr riverence r: 
bnt that last charge beat Bannagher, and shnre Ban- 
nngher beats the divil. Sncli iightin' Mickey Ryan? 
niver saw afore. Led on by the French oi-derly to- 
where Saint Ruth fell, we dashed up the hiU. The- 
foe ponred on ns a perfect delnge of shot ; but that 
didn't stop ns, divil a bit of it yonr riverence, and the- 
enemy seemed to think so, too, foi- they sent two= 
regiments of Danish dragoons, every man of 'em six. 
feet in his stockings, big omadhanns with iron waist- 
coats and iron helmets on their heads. Then came the^ 
tngof war. The poor divils caught it, any how. For 
the one blow they conld give, onr boys gave them two^ 
being light and handy, handling tlieir swords as if 
they were bits of shillelahs. Poor Lieut. O'Donohne- 
fell dead by my side, and I hadn't time to say Lord; 
have mercy on him before the other ensign, young 
O'Reilly, of Bud da, shared the same fate. As he fell 
I snatched the flag, and at that moment I received this 
cnt on my arm Irom a big Hessian who made a 
desperate cnt at me. 1 parried it, but the blow severed 
the flag from the staflp. He then drew his pistol and 
fired, but my poor horse, rearing at the instant, re- 
ceived the discharge in his head, when after a few 
violent plunges we both fell together, stunning me 
so badly that I ceased to remember any more. 

\_The distant sound of a dntin is heard.'] 

Fathei' O' C. — Ha ! the enemy are astir. 

{Enter Oney Sheehan.'] 

Oney. — Fly ! fly ! The red coats seek you on every 
hill and valley. Sir Toby, with his murderers, are on. 
the hnnt for yees. Colonel Herbert swears vengeance- 
Fly ! or it ^vill be too late. 



SCENE Yir. 4S 

Father O'C. — Let iis ;iwaj, my cliildreii ; the to.' is 
certainly near. 

\_The drum is now heard approacJdwj nearer?^ 

Otiey. — Ah, there's the yeonieiiry, the mui'derin' 
thieves; but, Sir Toby Butler, I'll have revenge yet. 
Yes, mother jewel. Til have satisfaction on yonr 
miii'derer. I'll track him like a bJoodhonnd by niglit 
and by day, over hills, throngli the valleys, across 
rivers and seas, throngh every ]>arish and barony, 
from Onneybeg to Coolagh,from Clanvvilliam to Small 
Connty, from Coshlea to Coshma, from Pobble Bricii 
to Upper Connells, frc-m Lower Connells to Kerry, 
from Kerry to Kilmallock, Oney \n\\\ know no rest- 
till this mnrderin' onld wretch feels my vengeance. 

Father CO. — Oney, my poor boy, you must for- 
give your enemies. Come, take some nourishment. 

Oney. — Your riverence, I have no appetite. My 
lieart is sick and soriowtul, and I feel no hunger but 
the hunger for revenge. Ah! forgive my poor 
mother's murderer — never ! AVliat pity has he for 
our poor people, who are shot down like dogs. 

\^At this moment a voice is heard crying " Sur- 
render, you Jacobite dogs ! Surrender!" Enter Sir 
Toby Butler and yeomanry. Oney and Sergeant 
O^Iiyanfy up the hUl.^ 

Sir T. — Aha, aha. There goijs the i-ascals. Ready 
— aim — fire ! 

[Just then Michael is heard cheering^ leaving his 
flag. Another volley flj red hy the yoemen^ hut Michael 
and Oney escape?}^ 

Sir T. — By heaven they have escaped me this time, 
too : but who have w^e here ? Aha ! a nice place for 
the ladies this ! And you, sir : how come you here ? 
Give an account of yourself, sir. 

Father O'O. — I am a clergyman — chaplain to the 
Lord Mountcashel. 

Sir T. — Aha, aha ! A fine Jacobite that ; but he's 
done for. Aha, aha! Well, you'll have to come along 
with me. I'll find a place wdiere you will be safe. 
Aha, aha ! 



44 ACT III. 

Father O'G. — We are g<'>iiig to Limerick, sir. By 
what authority do you detain us? 

Sir T. — By tlie King's autliority, sir. Here, ser- 
geant, put handcuffs on those Jacobites. We'll teach 
them to be loyal to the British Crown. 

Father O'C. — You don't mean to put those disgrace- 
ful things on the lady's hands? 

Sir 7'.— Yes, sir Sergeant, do your duty. 

Father O'O. [taking his stand hefore the ladies] — 
Back, sir! back! I am a man of God and peace. 
Seventy winters have passed over my head ; but to 
-accomplish this wanton insult to the fair daughter of 
Mountcashel, you must pass over my lifeless body 
\takes Lady Evileen to his side]. Back, sir! back! 
[Just then drums are heard. Enter CoL Ilerhert^ offi- 
■cers and soldiers] I appeal to you, Colonel Herbei-t, 
to prevent this w^anton insult. 

Col. 7:/.— What is the meaning of all this ? 

Sir T. — These Jacobites are my prisoners. They 
must be handcufled and taken to Bally bracken Jail. 

Col. II. — Sir Toby Butler, you make a great inis- 
take I am in command of this district, and these 
people are 7ny prisoners. Shame on you ! Those 
ladies are now under my protection [advances and 
takes Lady EvIeerCs hand]. Lady, be under no ap- 
preiiension. No insult shall be given to the Lady 
Evileen. W^hy did you leave your home ? Beturn, I 
•beseech you, to the castle. To Limerick you cannot 
go. Our troops have possession of the whole country 
from here to the very gates of that doomed city. Yon 
would probably meet with nothing but insult from our 
rude soldiery. Father O'CarroU will, I am sui-e, 
^gree with me. 

Father O^C — If Colonel Herbert pledges his word 
of honor that no insult will be offered, I certainly will 
advise the Lady Evileen to return to the castle. 

Lady E. — Good father, I will do as you advise. 

Col. H. — Then let us depart. There is every indi- 
cation of a coming storm. 

[They prepare to move.] 



SCENE VII. 4> 

SI/' T. — Colonel Ilerbei't, these peo})le arc my pri- 
soners, and I claim their custody, sir. Ves, sir, 1 in- 
sist on yon giving them np to me. Yes, sir, I insist on^ 
it. I have the means to compel yon, sir. Ahem 1 
Attention, my men ! Shoulder arms ! 

Gvl. II. — Liecollect, sir, you now have his majesty V 
troops to contend with, and not tlie poor unarmed 
peasanti-y. Put up your muskets, fir. The first man 
that fires will hang from the neai'est tree. Come,, 
ladies. \J^xit Col. Ilerhert and ladies. 

Stf T. — l^'ire ! \_The men n^fuse to fire. Exit.l 



ACT IV. 



.SCENE I.—Liimrich, September, 1691—7%^ wcdls 
and haUlements — Hills in the distance — Thomond 
J^ridge — Treaty Stone — Sentry on guard — Jrish Flag. 
Trumpets sound. 



Lord Mountcashel, General of the Irisli Aruiy. 

Marshall Luxemburgh, Commander-in-Chief of French Troops, 

Sarspield, Earl of Luc an, Major Gen'l of the Irish Army. 

Dillon, 

O'Neil, 

Sir Dermod O'Brien, Colonel of the Fourth Irish Dragoons. 

Father O'Carroll, Chaplain to the Mountcashel Family. 

Michael O'Ryan, Sergeant in Sarsfield's Own, 

Oney Sheehan, An Irish Piper, 

Tim O'Connor, Of the Kilkenny Rangers. 

O'Carroll op Nenagh, Leader of the Ripparees. 

General Revigny, A Huguenot. 

GrENERAL Leevison, .... Commander of the Dutch Blue Guards. 

Colonel Herbert, ... Of King William's Army. 

:SiR Toby Butler, Commander of Ormond's Yoemanry. 

Stafp Officers, 

Officers, Soldiers, Rapparees, Yoemen, &c 

Lady Evileen MacCarthy, Daughter of Lord Mountcashel. 

J>JoRAH O'Leary, ..... .Foster-sister of Lady Evileen. 



Enter Sarsfield^ O'Brien, (7 Neil awl Ojfi'iers. 

Staff Officer. — General, a flag of tiiice tVoiii tlie 
€iiemy. 

Sarsfield. — Ride out, sir, and conduct tlie bea'er to 
our ])rese]ice. 



SCENE I. 47 

S^Eiiier I^crigvy aiui Leevifon.'] 

8<irs. — Well, gentlemen, what gi'eeting bring yoii 
from yonr master I 

Rev. — Mj Lord, General Ginkle is anxious to avoid 
the nseless shedding of blood. He sends you terms- 
both honorable and generous ; and when you learn 
the glad tidings that reached our camp this UiOrning, 
joiir Lordship will see the folly of continuing this 
struggle iurther. O'Donnell has surrendered to 
Marlborough, and lias taken his depai'ture for Spam. 

Sars. — Lnpossible! O'Dtnsell ! No, I cannot be- 
lieve it, Kevigny ; he will be the last Irish soldier to 
sheath his sword. 

Hev. — I pledge you my honor as a soldier that it is 
true. [^Tal'cs a dispatch from his breast and hands 
it to Sarsji'dd.'] 

Sars. \_Rce(ds.~] — O my country ! now, indeed, thy 
trials accumulate ; but we w^ill still be faithful to thee. 
Gentlemen, bear to General Ginkle our refusal to 
accept his terms._ Tell him that we will hold this 
proud old city for Ireland against all comers. 

Rev. — My Lord I regret your resolution and bid 
you adieu. 

^ars. — Good morning, gentlemen. {Enter guards.~] 
Conduct these gentlemen to their lines. \_Tu.rris to 
0'I>rie7i.~\ 

O'Brien ! If Ave a treaty make, 

Will England her compact keep ? 

If England dare these kingdoms to unite, 

Allegiance is no more her monarch's right. 

Sooner than from my country's cause depart 

I'd clasp her independence to my heart; 

This sword all ties with Briton would unbmd, 

And fling the foul connection to the wind ; 

And, when reclining on the bed of death, 

Ere this frail dust should yield its struggling breatli, 

Like him \vho swoi'e liis son to endless hate, 

And thirst for vengeance on the invader's state, 

Each lisping boy indignantly I'd swear, 

By every pledge, by every oath that e'er 

Could bind his spirit, never to torego 

The bitterest hatred to his country's foe. 

Our country fallen — her liberty, her fame. 

Would lie entomb'd in England's hated name ; 

On other shores would Erin's sons seek fame. 



48 ACT IV. 

Her commerce vanished, her strength decayed, 
No more withhi her noble deserted halls 
To splend'rous feast the smile of welcome calls ; 
Disease and death would soon o'erwhelm 
A brave, a fertile and an ancient realm. 

All no, O'Brien, we at least EnglancVs livery will 
never wear. Its red glare would haunt our eonsciences 
^nd sting us dee}> iov our infamy. 

\E liter staff officer^ 

Staff' Of. — My Lord I bring sad news, — the Dake 
of Tjj-connell is dead. 

Sars. — Dead ! Then, indeed^ James's eause is lost 
for ever. 

Staif.Off. — Your i)reseuce is requested at the castle. 

[Exit all.'] 

[^Enter funeral corti-ge^ hand j^^^^v'^'^'^g ^^^^ Adeste 
Etdelis^ then a detachment (f the Boyal Irish Foot 
Guards — co'jjin home on the nnishtts of six soldiers / 
Sarsfield^ Sir Derriiod. Dillon and officers as chief 
mourners j detachments from other regiments hring ^tj? 
the rear. As the cortege is passing the long roll is 
heaten., canonading and musket ry is heard.] 

Sa.rs.—R'A\\. 

[They la/y down the coffin. Exit all hut SergH C R. 

SergH O'R. — Bad luck to yees, but yees might have 
dacent mannei's, and let the poor coipse be buried in 
quietness; but its not in yees to do anything dacint, 
so its not, never was nor never will be. Ah, God 
presarve our people. 

A shell falls near the coffin / Sery't O'JR. lifts it 
and throivs it over the walls.] 

SergH O^R. — Ah, y('U murdtrin' villin, go back to 
the dirty bhickguards that sent you. [Funercd march 
resumed?^ 

[Trumpets sound. Enter Sars., Sir Dermod, Dillon 
and officers.] 

Staff Off. — My Lord, a large force of the enemy's 
cavalry surprised Brigadier-Gen'l Clifford's command 
at Annabeg, at day-break this morning, and have 
made a lodgment on the Clare side of the Shannon. 



SCENE I. 49 

jSars. — Order liim under arrest, sir, at once. Such 
negligence must be severely punished. E"ow, indeed, 
oui* position is most critical. Coward or traitor he 
must be, to tlius allow the enemy to cross the river 
and cut off our supplies, when he should have exer- 
cised the most sleepless vigilence. Yes, he is one of 
that pnrty who would maintain the foul connection 
on any terms, no matter how degrading to our na- 
tional honor. This imbecile has given to the enemy 
a weapon more terrible than all his legions. Starva- 
tion stares us in the face ; but, gentlemen, a true 
soldier never despairs : G inkle will tind. us awake and 
at our posts, ready to drive back his hordes. From 
the old Castle of St. Jolm let the harp without the 
crown be thrown to the breeze! Under its beloved 
folds we can die as befits soldiers. 

[Miter staff officer.] 

Staff' Off\ — A flag of truce, my Lord. 

Sars. — Conduct the gentlemen to our presence. 

[Miter General ReriiiRy and Leemson."] 

Gen. i?^v;.— His majesty has graciously commanded 
us to offer for your acceptance, terms at once honor- 
able, just and merciful. B^irst, a full and complete 
aniJiesty; perfect religious equality guaranteed ; the 
trooi)S to march out with all the honors of war, the 
flag oF England placed on one side, and the flag 
of France on the other; the soldiers to select freely 
ui:der which standard they will serve. 

[SarsffsJd considts ivith his offcers ] 

Sars. — Are tlu'se terms sent in good faith, sir? 

Gen. Bee. — The Kojal word is irrevocably pledged 
to the faithful caiiying out of all the conditions of the 
Treaty as soon as signed by his Majesty's commission- 
ers on one part, and your Lordship's on the other. 
And here your lordship, let me offer you, by the 
express command of General Ginkle, a commission in 
his Majesty's service, with a pension of six thousand 
crowns a 3^ear to the Generals. Leevison and myself 
add our personal entreaty to accept his generous ofl'er. 

Sars. — -Many tlianks, Revigny, for your generous 

5 



50 ACT IV. 

condnct, but 1 cannot accept his oiFci', Under Will- 
iam's rnle things will be so changed ; the liberty of 
our people will be curtailed, ci'aniped and clogged by 
a foreign parliament, the red will supplant the green, 
the shamrock, su'all and fertile as it is, will be tram- 
pled out of the land of our fathers. E'o, Eevigny, my 
heart w^ould sicken and die under such a regime. In 
good King Louis' dominions my comrades can, with 
the green flag unfurled and borne proudly, march side 
by sTde with the flag of Imperial France. What say 
you gentlmen ? \^All the ajftcers cheeT.'\ 

Officers. — You speak our sentiments and resolve. 
General. 

\Sar^jield advances, to the Treaty Sione^ on ivhich he 
sigrts the celeb'rated Treaty of Limerick^ ^rd Octoher, 
1691.] 

Sars. — It is done in good faith on our part, let the 
troops be mai'clied out to select their future flag. 

7?^'^. — His Majesty has consented to your embai'k- 
ation on the French fleet. 

Sars. — Tlianks, General. 

\Ent(T Leemson and Sir Dermod.'] 

Sars. — Well, have the troojjs made their selection ? 

Sir D. — Yep, General, nineteen thousand seven hun- 
dred and flfty-iive enlist undia- the banner of France, 
five soldieis under the English. 

Sars. — Kobly done, brave boys ; but what a sacrifice 
to thus leave the land (>f their birth, with all its kindred 
and loving lies, fathers, mothers, wives and sisters; but 
the enemies of our race on many a battle-field shall 
yet feel our vengeance. 

Sir D. — Everything is ready for our embarkation 

Sars, — Then let the troops inarch. 

\^By this time the stage is crmvded ivith %oomen^ the 
wives., mother s.^ and children of the soldiers — the loud 
cry of oh hone^ och hone, refunds on every side.'] 

Sars. — Now, good father, we crave tliy ltle^si ng. 
\_The soldiers and people all kneel — the pried llcssts 
them — they all 'rise?\ 



SCKNE II. 51 

jSti/'s.—^ow, sweet laiul, farewell. Farewell thou 
majestic Sliaiiiioii. Farewell liol}' hills of sweet Mayo, 
where in childh<md's days I often strayed to g.izo on 
thy old and venerable abbeys. May God and his 
saints protect yon, my own dear'fatherland, aooJ land, 
green land, dear Ireland — though we must le.ive you, 
may God's dew brighten all thy vales; His sun kiss 
every hill — and though henceforth our nights and d-iys 
in strange lands must be passed, our hearts and our 
prayers will be ever at your command, r'arewell. 

\_S'it'sjield and his Generals ci'lr'tnce to where the 
harge is in waiting — the women cling to the soldiers — 
S-ir.^field and Cficer^ sfrp hr^o the boat — The long roll 
is heaten —the soldiers hre<ili fro-n tJidr wires aael 
mothers, and fall into iui'i — the Officers gloe the corn- 
nvind^ Iltirch! — Th'iy rnirch <>ff tdie stage, amidst the 
cries of the women.'] 



SOENE Il. — Camp ofth'i Irish Brlgid^:;< I'l thi ser- 

vl.ce of Frame— JEm of the B'Utle of S'^-dnblrk— 
Enter Sarsfield. and Sir Dermod. 

Sir D.'—l bring you ghid tidings. Lord Moiintcashel 
has escaped from Carrickfergus. God grant he may 
reach the friendly shores of France in safety, as I see 
tlie English offer a reward of five tliousand pounds for 
bis apprehension. 

S'lr^s. [t'lke^ Sir D^rmo Vs h^ind]—T\\\^ is indeed 
go;)d news, dear friend. I have been planning an ex- 
pedition to Ireland. 

Sir />.— To Ireland ! General? 

Sirs. — Yes, listen. At Saint Maloes there is a 
Freuch Skipper who lias made several trips to Ireland, 
knows every inlet of the Shannon ; in your Regiment 
you have several men from Ballym^re, cai you select 
one competent and faithful? 



52 ACT IV. 

Sir D. — Let me see. Ah, yes. General. There is 
Sergeant 0'Ry;ii. a good soldier, and Lady Evileen's 
foster sister's lover. 

Bars, — That's the man, send him to me at once. 

{EAt Sir Dermod. 

Sars. — Yes, we must at least njake the attempt to 
rescue tliis fair girl from the clutclies of our treach- 
erous enemy. - 

[Enter Sergeant 0'Byan.~\ 

Sars. — You are a Ballymore boy. 

iSerg^t C R, — Yes, General. 

Sars. — Know tiie surroundings of the Castle? 

SergH 0' R. — Ah, thin, General jewel, there's not a 
stone in the ould spot that Mickey Ryan lasiTt made his 
acquaintance with ; shure I could count every stone on 
my fingers for you. 

Sars. — Well, then take this letter to Captain r3e 
Yillcaten of Saint Maloes, owner of a French lugger, 
give it to him — he will take you to the Shan- 
non. When you arrive there, give him all the 
information in yuur power, you will then assume some 
disguise, gain an entrance into the castle, and com- 
municate with father O'Carroll, and arrange with him 
for the escape of the Lady Evileen. Once on board 
tlie lugger, with a fair wind, you will soon reach the 
shores of La Belle France. Take this money, use it 
freely to gain the object we have so much at heart. 
Depart at once, loose not a moment. 

[Exit SergH C'R.-] 

[Enter staff q-fficer and hands disj)atGh to Sars- 
Jield, who reads.] 

^' 23rd July, 1^92. 

" General, you w^ill advance youi- whole force with 
all possible dispatch to Steinkirk, where you will have 
the pleasure of again meeting your old foe, Wil- 
liam of Orange. Accept the assurance of our high 
esteem. 

" LUXEMBUKGH." 



SCENE III, 53 

Sars. [turns to his oJjiGers] — Gentlemen, glorious 
news. We'll march to-night. Willi the rising of to- 
morrow's snn we'll again measure swords with our 
faithless enemy. Let the memory of our wrongs 
nerve evei'v arm. Remember Limerick. Gentlemen, 
you will summon your officers and give your instruc- 
tions. Let our battle-cry be " Garrvowen, death, or 
glory." 



SCENE III. — Glanmacnoise^ on the Shannon — • 
Round toioers and ancient ruins — Sentry on guard. 

Sentry [Tim (9'6^>;2M(9/'],— All, bad luck to their 
soldierin'. bhnre I tould them a thousand times 
they'd never make a yoeman out of me. I'll light the 
pipe any how. It will be a consolation to me in this 
desol'rtte spot — not a house or shebeen, man or beast, 
within five miles of me. By the great gun of Athlone, 
but if the grand rounds don't come soon I think I'll 
give tiiem the slip. Shure, God forgive me for carry- 
ing a gun against the poor oiild countrv, but shure it's 
against my will I do it, any how. Whist! What's 
that! [piots up his pipe.'] Bedad it's the ouhi thief 
himself. I'll just drop behind this tree, so tlnit he 
can't see me now I spake to him. [Enter Sir Tohy^ 
attended^ hy orderly] Who's making tinit noisu ? 

Sir T. — The rounds, you blackguard. 

Tim 6>'a— What rounds? 

Sir T. — The grand I'ouuds, y(m rascal. 

Tim 6^'(7. — -Pass on grand rounds, and God save 
3^011 kindly [puttin/j his pijye ag<unin hi.-^ mouthy. 

Sir T. — Damn your soul you blackguard, where are 
you? 8how yourse!f this moment or I'll have you 
shot like a dog. 

Tim CG. — Och then, Gineral jewel, why didn't 
you say that afore [comes from hehind the tree]. Here 



54 ACT JV. 

I am, and a cowld place I have of it; only for the 
pipe I'd be lost intirely. 

Sir T. [^Laughing'] — You are a droll sentry. 

Tim O^G. — Begorra, it's little fun is left in nie with 
your drilling and parading, and blackguarding about 
the roads all night. 

Sir T. — Is this a proper way to salute the grand 
rounds ? 

Tim O^C, — Divel a better ever they taught me. 

Sir T. — See here, sir, the next time your officer 
passes this way, it will be your duty to present arms 
to him. 

Tim O^C. — xlrrah, it's jokin' you are. 

Sir T. — No, sir, as you might find out to your cost, 
if I brought you to a court-martiaL 

Ttm, O^C. — Well, there's no knowing what they 
may be up to, but if that's all, shure I'll do it witli all 
the veins of my heart, Gineral, whenever you come 
this way again, — long life to your honor. 

Sir T. — Now you speak like a soldier. I will soon 
be this way again. Mind vou don't forget proper 
respect to your general. [Exit Sir Toby^ hut imme- 
diately returns.~] You haven't seen any of these wild 
geese from France 'I 

Tim CG. — Och, the divil a living thing, your 
honor, man, beast, or chicken. 

Sir T. — Well, keep a sharp look out, for it is ru- 
mored that some Freiicli luggers bave been seen in the 
Shannon. \_Exit Sir Toby. 

Tim O^G. — Och, bad luck to the ould thief. Aha ! 
Maybe it is some poor boy from the Brigade stealin' in 
to see a desolate mother (^r wife that was left behind. 
Ah, thin, if he thinks Tim O'Connor is the boy to 
stop him he niver made a bigger mistake, the ould 
hypocrite [tofe off Ids hat~]. Oh, may God bless the 
boys of the Brigade, and Sarsiield, their gineral. [A 
voice is heard to sriy " Amen. It's a poor pai-ish can't 
afford a clerk." Enter Serg't 0^ Ryaii, disguised as a 
fishei'man.'] Good Saint Bridget defend me ! Who 
are you, or where did you come from? 

SergH C R. — -I am Sergeant O'Hyan, of Sarsfield's 



SCENE III. 55 

Own, coine from France to see the only colleen I ever 
loved, and to save from a terrible fate one of Erin's 
fairest and best beloved daugliters, the Lady Evileen 
of Mountcasliel. In so holy and noble a mission Task 
your assistance, and if the Celtic blood that pours 
thi'ough your veins has not been contaminated by the 
livery you wear, you will not refuse me. No, you 
will not — you cannot. 

Tim ^'61— Fly ! the soldiei's will be here soon. 
Thouirh it is my duty to stop you, I cannot do it. 
Go, I beseech yon, avick. 

SergH 0' R. — But the countersign. I cannot enter 
the castle without it. 

Thil O'C. [hevUates] — But 1 have taken an oath 
not to divulge and to be loyaL 

SergH OR. — Yes, l)ut you took it against your will, 
to save the bit of land that belonged to your fore- 
fathers. Think you that is binding on your con- 
science? What care our persecutors for oaths? Have 
tliey not broken faith with us over and over again \ 
Witness Limerick. The ink had not dried on the 
treaty when our perjured enemies, with brazen ef- 
frontery, outraged its most solemn obligations, con- 
liscated our lands, insulted and outraged our mothers, 
sisters and wives, passed laws to cripple ouj- industry 
and commerce, branded ur.rholy religion as barbarous 
and idolatrous, and our venerable and beloved clergy 
hunted like wolves and s;ivage b/jasts ! Oh ! if there 
is in your heart one drop of the blood of our brave 
Celtic race, 3'ou will not refuse me the favor which I 
ask . 

Tim O^C. — [deeply moved by MiGhaeVs appecd^ pats 

out his liaiur\ — Come close to me. It is — it is 

" Enniskillen ! " Fiy ! Delay not a second as you 
value your life. {Exit So-gH 0' R. Tim resumes his 
post of sentry.'] By the piper I wonder if ould Sir 
Toby will l)0ther me a'ly more this night with his 
grand rounds. Bedad I'll light tho pipe. Whist! — 
what's that? If it's not the ould thief himself it's his 
ghost. The Lord ]>resarve us, but I'd sooner see him 
alive than dead any how. Aha, here he comes ; but I'll 



50 ACT IV. 

be up to him this time [taJces uj) his gun and fixes Jiis 
(iGGOutrements]. Oh, by all that's woncleiful but he 
sees me, but I'll be atore him. 

{Enter Sir Toby. Tim ijies^m/ts Ms imislcet at hivi^ 
keeping him well covered ~\ 

Sir T. — Sentry ! sentry ! 

Tim O^G. — Bedad I hear, avick. 

Sir T, — Do you want to murder me, you rascal ? 
Don't you see its the Grand Rounds. 

Tirfb O'G. — To be shure, I do. [still keeping liimi 
covered with his 7nusketJ] 

Sir T. — The rufRan will shoot me. 

Tirn O^O—Divil a fear, barrin it does'nt go off be 
itself, an' in truth if it does, its your own fault for put- 
ting guns in the hands of the likes of me ; did'nt I tell 
you, you could'nt make a yeoman of Tim O'Conor, 
and if you are murdered, your murder be on your own 
head, avick, you can't deny that I often asked you for 
my discharge. Oh murdher, take care now Sir Toby, 
my hand is getting shaky from keeping her in so long, 
take care now I tell you. 

Sir T.— The rascal will shoot me. Down with your 
gun, sir. No olihcer's life is worth a rush with a gun 
in the hands of such an omadhaun. Lay down your 
gun sir, and go to your home, let me never see your 
face in the Rangers again. Go, yuii are discharged, sir. 

[Tim gives a loud cheer, gives the gun a pitch. TJxit.~\ 

Sir T. — ^Mighty glad to get rid of the rascal. 1 
think I had a nai'row escape from the omadhaun. 
What's that noise? [Oney rushes on the stage^p>uts 
his arms round Sir Tohy—puts a noose rotmd his 
arms.'] 

Oney. — Ah, I have you at last after long and weary 
sarchin' and watchiis'. Oh mother jewel, you will 
soon be avenged, look down on }'our poor boy this day. 

Sir T. — -My good man, you surely would not injure 
me. Untie my arms, have mercy, liave mercy. 

Oney. — Aha! aha! how you mock the holy word; 
mercy, is it. What mercy iiad you, when you with 
your murderin' yeomin set lire to our little cabin, that 
sheltered us from the rains and stoi'ms of Winter. 



SCENE III. 57 

Mercy, is it, and when struggling to escape from the 
scorchiii' an(] suffocatiiT flinrjs and smoke, I snatched 
the ahnost lifeless hody of my ])oor aged mother, lifted 
her in my arms jumped from tlie window, and again 
breathed the free air of heaven. Mercy, is it! Then 
with fiendish, helli^li vilhmy you ci'ied, tire I I felt her 
heart's l)K)nd flow down my cheek, and swore an oath to 
be revenged. Long and weary has been my watch 
for you. Mei'cy, is it! yon gave none, you'll get none, 
this minute you die. [^Oney presents a pistol at his 
head.~\ 

Sir T. — Oh, tor the love of heaven do not murder 
me, you shall have richei, money, honors, everything, 
but do not murder me. Oh, murder! help! help! 

Oney. — Aha! aha! you may cry but nothing but the 
winds hear you, die you must, blood for blood. [Pre- 
sents his 2^istol.] 

Si?' T. — Help! help! mercy! 

[Fnter Norah (PLeary.'] 

JSTorah.—M.QVi-y , who cries for mei'cy ? [^Sir Toby 
rushes to het\ climjs a round her feet, cries to her to save 
hi?n.] 

Norah. — Oney, avick macbree, would you commit 
murder? Oh, do not di.^gr.ice the good old cause. 

ney . ~^i^\\y\ away, Nv>rah ; what im-rcy had he 
for my poor ould mother, that never injui'ed a human 
being. Stand away, I bid yea, for V\\\ mad, die he 
must. {Norali catches his ar'in\ 

NoraJi. — Oh, Oney, Oney, do no" ^tain your hands 
with his blood, leave him to a higher judge. 

Oney. — Stand aside, Nni'i'i, or your blood will be 
on my head too; stand aside, I bid ye. 

Norah. — Oh, merciful heaven, he's mad. Good 
Saint Bridget, strengthen me — yes — I have it [p>uts 
her hand in her hosorn, takes a crobs from her nech — 
p^its it hetiaeen Oney and his victim — it acts liJ^e in/Kjir. 

Norah. — That is the symbol of mercy and Christ- 
ianity, leave him to God, Oney, avick machree, and 
God will bless you. \_Sh^, pats the cross in his hands^ 
draws him to the other side of the stage — voices are 
heard. Enter O^Carrrjll^ attended hy his rctpparees.'] 



58 ACT IV. 

0^ Carroll. — This way, who have wx here? A Ladj, 
eh? Who's this fine gentleman with the red coat? 
As I live, Sir Toby Bntler, the very in an we are most 
happy to see. Sir Toby, you are our prisoner, come, 
there's no use in making resistance, the poor people 
will be rid of the scourge for some time at least, come 
along, Oney, my boy, we may want your services. 
Can the O'Oarroll do any favor for the fair Nurah ? 

Norcth. — Thank you sir, no ; I must go to the cas- 
tle, my Lady w^ill be uneasy til! i return. 

Cf Carroll. — Flow does the fair Lady Evileen? 

Norah. — Heart broken and sad. She weeps for her 
lovei'. [J_ drum is heard.'] 

0^ Carroll. — Ra ! tlie led coats are astir. Farewell, 
you may soon again hear from O'CarroU, the Rap- 
paree. - \_Exit^ 



SCENE I v.— Lad ij Evileen' s Boudmr in dually more 
Castle — Father O'CarroU, Lady Evileen, and 
Norali. — Larly Evileen weejjing:. 

Father (PC — Patience, my child, I have a com- 
munication to make that will tax all your f!:)rtitude, 
accustomed as we have been to scenes of woe and 
bloodslied, but tliis last affliction will, I fear, be too 
mucl) for you!" already over-burrlioned heart. 

La'^ly E. — Say on, good father, I am prepared Wn- 
the w^orst. 

Father ffC. — Well, your respected fitlier has been 
detected in the act of coi'responding witli the French 
government, giving plaiis and infoi-mation. been tried, 
and by a court-iuartial found guiltv, and sentenced to 
be hung like a common felon. 

Lady E. — Oh, honorable father, why did you leave 
yourself in our enemy's ]>ow3r; [iuris to Norah^ em- 
embraces her and weeps^ 



SCENE IV. 59 

J^orah. — My poor darling — God grant you consola- 
tion my poor child. 

{Lady Evileeii recove7's]l will go to England, throw 
myself at William's feet — he will liave mercy; Oh, 
father dear, to be hnng like a thief! from snch a dis- 
grace to our house, good Saint Bridget deliver us. I 
will depart at once. My cloak and hat, Norah. 

Father U'C. — Patience, ni}'- child ; long before you 
could reach England your father w^ould be cold in his 
grave. Listen, when the dispatch arrived, I sought 
Colonel Herbert, pointed out to him the agony yon 
would suiter, begged of him to depart for Dublin and 
at least stay the execntion for a day. 

Lady E. — And he refused. 

Father (JC. — ISTot so, my child, he has already de- 
parted for Dublin. 

Lady F. — Ihank lieaven, there is yet some hope. 

Father CG. — ^Yes, but the fulfilment uf that hope 
is in your own hands, and depends on your own de- 
cision. ^ 

Lady F. — Good father, T do not nnderstand you : 
what sacrifice would I not make to save a loving and 
kind parent from such an ignominious death. E"a"me it. 

Father (fC. — Now, my child, listen. You know 
Colonel Herbert loves yon — has loved you since first 
he entered this castle as a prisoner of war. He offered 
his hand and fortune. You refused, of course, being 
betrothed, t^ the late lamented Sir Dermod. {Lady 
Fdleeti u'teps on NoraJt's 8hoidder.~\ You know his 
brother's influence at the Court of William. It is 
now foi-you to say that yon wdll become his bi'ide and 
youi' father is saved, and restored to his child and to 
libei-ty. 

Lady F.—li^YCj\ mercy! His bride ! Ah! I 
was to have been a bride ! — the bride of one of my own 
race and kindred. But he's gone ! gone! — died fight- 
ing for his country ! He's gone ! Oh ! Dermod, my 
love ! my heart is yours ! Love another I never will. 
I cannot ! — T cannot! zlny other sacrifice — death, 
good father ; death is pretei'abie. 

L\ither O'G. — Then the last of the princely Mount- 



00 ACT IV. 

casliels dies a felon's death. His child could save 
him, but will not. 

Lady E, — Oh, mercy ! mercy ! I — I — consent. 
\Lady Eveline swoons into NoraWs arms.'] 

Father 0^0. — Poor child, I pity her. But I must 
away ; tliere's not a moment to be lost. 

iExit Father 0' Carroll. 

Norah. — My ladj^, do listen to your !N"orah. ^q 
comforted, alannah. Joy of my lieart, do speak one 
word to your own iSorah, that would die for jou. 

Lady E. [^recovering] — Forgive me, Norah, I feel 
much better now — much better, Norah. 

Norah. — Ah, that's a jewel. It does mj heart 
good to hear you speak so. Shure the poor master 
will be saved. The thought of that alone must be a 
consolation to your poor broken heart. 

\_Enter Col. Herbert^ officers^ and Father 0^ Carroll.] 

Father CC. — The time has arrived to fullil your 
promise, my child. 

{Lady Evileen weeps. The ceremony proceeds till 
the priest says : "And if anyone has aught to say 
that they should not be joined in wedlock, let him 
speak." Just at this moment drums heat., a volley of 
musketry is heard, and sounds of conflict. Enter 
Serg't 0^ Ryan through the window.] 

SergH CU. — I forbid the bans, in the name of Sir 
Dermod O'Brien, this lady's affianced husband. 

[Michael rushes to the si.de of Lady Eoileen and 
Norah. Michael and Norah embrace.] 

Col. LL. [draws his sword] — Fool and babbler ! 
How come you here? Sir Dermod O'Brien is dead. 
Let the ceremony proceed. 

SergH (JR. — Liar ! he is living, and has the hono]- 
to hold a Brigadier-General's commission in the ser- 
vice of his most gracious majesty, Louis the 14th, 
King of France and the Netherlands. 

{Lady Evileen and Norah embrace.] 

Lady E. — Norah, dear Norah, this is indeed joyful 
intelligence. {Norah folds her to her bosom.] 



SCENE IV. 61 

Col. 11. — Scouiidiel,rni not to be cheated [tiuns to 
his officers.'] Let all the outlets from the castle be 
Pti'ictly guarded, and see that no one escapes. Lady 
Evilcen, I'll bind jou to our contract. If yon refuse, 
vonr father shall swing like a dog i'rnni tlie gallows. 

SergH O'R. — False again! Her father has escaped, 
and is, thank Gcd, sale in France. 

Col. II. — Then she shall never leave this castle. 
Guards ! secure this babbler! 

Michael [draws his 6Wor6/].— Stand back, now, ye 
murderin' pack of spalpeens. By Saint Patrick, the 
first man that lays a linger on the fair lady — [a volley 
of m lal'etry. Sotm (Is of corf id aga In h card. ] 

Col. II. — More treason [some one erdcrs the icindota.'] 
Fire ! 

[Enter Oney frorn the iDindow^ ivounded a,nd Heed- 
ing — staggers into tJie arms of FcUJter 0^ Carroll.] 

Oney.— Vm dying, father [xmts Jiis liand in his 
hreast — gives a despatcJi Sergeant C^' Ryan comes to 
Oneys assistance wJnle Fcdher 0^ Carroll reads] : 

'' Dubliii Castle. 

•' To Colonel Ilerlert., and to cdl lohoni it may concei ??, 
greeting : 

" On receipt of this our Order of Council, you will 
give instant and safe conduct to the Lady Evileen 
McCarthy, chaplain, and suite, to our city of Limerick, 
then and there to embark for F]-ance. You are fur- 
ther enjoined to the faithful carrying out of these our 
Orders in Council, as the valuable life of our w^ell be- 
loved brother. Sir Toby Butler, is held hostage for its 
faithful execution. 

" Given nnder our hand and seal, this 12tli day of 
March, 1692. " Ormond.'" 

Father O^C. — Sunshine at last. God's justice is 
sometimes slow, but sure. Sir, I present you with the 
order from the Viceroy for our immediate release. 
We'll take our departure for France at once. 

Col. II. — 'Tis a forgery, sir. Some cunning trick or 
devise to cheat me. 

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62 ACT IV. 

Father O^C. — Examine the signature, sir. Yon 
will find it gennine and correct. 

[Colonel Herlert disjmtes.'] 

Oney {sii'pjported hy Sergeant CPByan, and fast 
sinlcing]. — Oh, mother jewel, joiir poor boy is coming I 
Let me gaze on the colors once more before I die ! 
God bless the green ! \]tisses it7\ I die happy ! Mother, 
I'm coming ! \_Oney die8.~] 

Father CC. — Poor, faithful creature. Oh, my 
country, who will despair of the future, when the 
humblest of thy children thus sacrifice their lives in 
thy service. [Oney is home off the stage.'] Well, sir, 
are you satisfied ? If not, read this [hands a jjaper to 
Col. Ilerhert.'] 

Col. II. [I'tads^ — " If in one liour after sunset, the 
Lady Evileen, chaplain, and suite are detained in the 
castle, Sir Toby Butler dies. 

(Signed) " O'Carroll, of Xenagh." 

Officer. — Both signatures are genuine — let them de- 
part. 

[Colonel Herhert covers his face with his hands ^ 
whUe Father 0^ Carroll leads the vjay^ follov^ed hy 
lady Evileen and Norah.^ Sereft CPIiyan bringing up 
the rear. 



SCENE Y. — Camp of the Irish Brigade in the ser- 
vice of France^ the eve (f the hattle of Landen^ Jidy 
28, 1693 — Irish and French flags displayed — 
Sentry on guard — Sarsfleld seen sitting in his tent — 
Maps displayed. 

Sars. — It is most possible the enemy will push on to 
Langden ; Luxemburgh, in that event, must commence 
the attack. 



SCENE V. 63 

\_Ser(/l; (T Rijaiis voice is heard s'uigiay'] : 

" Oh, the English ran away, 

Says the Slian Van Vocht, 
And the French they gained tlie day, 
Says the Shan Van Vocht" 

Sent. — Sergeant O'Ryaii wishes an audience. 

Sctrs. — Admit him sir. {Eater SercjiKont (f Ryan.'\ 
Well, Sergeant, what news ? I hope 3'oui* mission 
has been successful. 

Sercjt O'Il. — Ah, long life to you, General ! glori- 
ous news. 

Sars. — The Lady Evileen? 

Ser(jt 0' R. — Is safe and soun 1, yer honor, 

S\OPS. — In France? 

Serif t O'R. — In the village; and thinks every 
minute a century 'till she sees her father. 

S'jrs. — She sliall not have long to wait. Sergeant, 
yoti are a noble fellow, and well deserve the tlianks 
of a fond father. 

SergH O'R. — Ah, General jewel, v\diere's the Bally- 
more boy that wouldn't lay down his life for the fair 
daughter of Mountcashel! 

S'lr.^. — -And your own colleen, Sergeant? 

Ser{ft O^R. — Is safe, yer honor, with the Lady 
Evileen. Many tlianks, yer honor, for asking for the 
colleen. Father O'Carroll is with the creatures. 

Sdrs. — Then let them con:ie over to the camp ; I 
will arrange a surprise. 

Ser</t O'R. — Long life to you, General. 

[Exit SergH O'R.'] 

Sars. — My dear old friend little dreams of the hap- 
piness that's in store for him. And Sir Dermod 
O'Brien. Ah ! it will be a joyful meeting indeed. 
[ Writes a disjjatch and hands it to the sentry.'] Yes, 
it will be a delightful surprise. 

[Enter Lord 3founfcashel c& Sir Dermod, Cf Brieii. 
Sarsfield ad canoes to m-^et them and tahes them hy tie 
hand.~] 

Sars. — I have sent for you, my friend s as I wish to 
have the pleasure of your company. Having invited 



6-t ACT IV. 

some old tVieiicls to snppei', I wished you to join our 
little social circle. 

Mountcmliel. — Many thanks, Ganeral ; nothing will 
g'ive greater pleasni'e. 

Bars. — Then I will introduce yon. 

[Enter Father (f Carroll. Lady Ev'deen, Not all and 
Sargeant 0' Ryan. S.trsfield a'tvctnces and talxGS Lady 
Evileens hand.'] 

Sars. — My Lord, your child. 

[Lady Evileen rvsJies into the arms of her father. 
Sarsfidd' and Sir Derrnod O'Brien shctke hands v^dh 
Father O'CeirroU. Lord Monnteashel advaw^es with 
Ljidy Eoileen, who rushes into Sir Dtrrnodh arms. 
Norah and SergH O'Liyan endjrace.~\ 

Lord M. — Korah, my faithful girl^ ^^^^^PJ ^i^^^ de- 
lighted to see you ; and yon, Sergeant, a thousand 
thanks for your courage and devotion. Norah ! here, 
give me your hand. [I^laces It in Sergeant O'Liyan's.] 
Here, my brave fellow, take her, love her, cherish her. 

Sereg't O'R. — God ble^^s you, my Lord, shure I'll do 
all a poor boy can do to make her as ha})py as the day 
is long. \_End_)raeex No:adi:'] 

Noreih. — Michael, darling, my heart will burst with 
happiness. 

SerejH O'R. — Oh don't let it my darling ; keep it safe 
'til your poor boy takes lull possession of it, alannah. 

The long roll Is heaten ^ trnmpets sjund^ anl dls- 
iint canonadlng heard.'] 

Sirs.— VL\\\ the enemy is moving: well, they will 
find Luxembiii'gh prepared for them. b'athei", you 
will retire to the village with the ladies. 

[Lady Eollten takis leaoe of h^r father and Sir 
Dermod.] 

Lady ^.— May lieaven this day shield all we love 
from harm or danger. 

[Felt Lady Eolleen^ JVorah and Father 0' Carroll.] 

[En te r Ma rsh at L i ixern b 1 1 rg h . ] 

3Lirshcd' L. — Well, gentlemen. His Majesty of 
England thinks he has stolen a march on us, but for 



SCENE V. 65 

once he's mistaken. Luxeniburgli never sleeps when 
the eneinies of France are near. {Enter staff offcer. 

Stcff Off. — Tlie enemy lias adv^anced Jarge masses 
of infantry on our left centre ; our troops have been 
overpowered and were obliged to give ground. 

Marshal L. — To give ground, sir! Ride back; 
they must not give ground, sir! they must hold their 
position. 

iE liter staff' offcer.] 

Staff" Off\ — General, nothing can stay the victorious 
columns of the enemy. The II )Usehokl Troops have 
given way. 

J/ar's7ial L. — The honor and glory of France is 
dimmed. Fu'ward, my brave Sarslield, to the rescue ! 

[SaTi^field and his (ffeers draw their sioords.'] 

Sars. — Now, my countrymen, our time has come. 
France calls us to the rescue of its (>ld and glorious 
Hag — the flag that gave us siielter, welcome, and hos- 
pitality. Let every man grasp his sword with a de- 
terminal ion to wield it wdiile one gasp of life gives 
str-engtli. Yes, Ave'll plant ourselves like a wall of 
granite before the enemy, and say to those hanglity 
English : '' Thus far hast thou come, but shalt come 
no fni ther." Le^ the memories of our wrongs and suf- 
teriogs nerve every arm. Rememljer Limerick ! 
Forward ! 

{Exit Savsfield, Sir Dermod^ Luximljurgh^ and 
officers. — The sounds of the conflict are heard on the 
^toge. — Enter Lord ilourdcashel^ vjovndtd. — CJieers 
are now herad.~] 

Lord M — Those cheers are a g^ocl omen. 

{Enter some French efficers.'] 

Lord M. — Well, gentlemen, what news? 

Officers. — The victorions colums of the enemy are 
checked. {Tremcndcms cheers are heard — then strikes 
Old the soid-stirrin g air of Garryoioen, — Enter Laxern- 
lurgh and Staff.- -Enter Sir Dermod and oficers.— 
Soldiers leaving Sarsfield, wounded.^ 



66 ACT IV. 

I^^l'T — Our vi(;torj is complete [advances to Sars- 
field, taTies his hand.'] My Lord, the Frencli Nation ^ 
its King, and the Frencli Arin3% thank 3^011 and jonr 
brave countrymen. Fi-an(re will ever gratefully re- 
member their gallant behaviour on the bloody field of 
Land en. 

Sa7's. — We did but onr dutv. [He swoons — -all ga- 
ther around. Enter Sergeant Q' Ryan., hearing som.e 
captured flags — lays them at Sarsfizldhfeet — Sarsfield 
is dying. — Sir Dermod^ Lord Moantcashel^ and all the 
Irish fleers gather around him,.'] 

Sars. — JVly time is come, farewell, my comrades 
IJi'isses the green flag]. x\h, would to God, gontlemen^ 
this was for Irehmd ! [(lies]. 



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